i like to get to work a bit early, so i can tidy up, maybe play with some of my own pictures, etc. and generally ease into the day. so, here i sit, filling the time with satisfying diversions just waiting for the little clock icon in the corner of my screen to remind that from this point on i'm being paid, and therefore ought to work on something that generates revenue.

in those 18 to twenty minutes i go through what i have to say, what's important, what's in my head. it is the mental equivalent of someone yelling 'fire' in a theatre crowded with rhinos, and the mad stampede of thoughts bottleneck at my inefficient fingers creating another rambling post saying nothing.

diana's leaving, i'm moving back into paul's since i don't make enough to live on my own, and i have a certain capitol intensive project on the semi-distant horizon that i am saving for, but this is not the place to discuss that.