November 3, 1998.This is driving me utterly crazy. I can't connect without a persistence bordering on the obsessive. There's only so long I can listen to a screaming baud tone before I get a headache...then really upset...then murderous. I've grown to hate the harmless, over-friendly Asian voices spilling from my modem, as if they were evil spirits harrying me. It takes me 45 minutes to connect for a sum total of 2 minutes: the time I need to get email & upload entries. My nerves are going to pieces, but man, is my FreeCell game ever improving. So, what's new with me? Well, not much. Went home yesterday to visit/scavenge supplies & cash. It's an operation I find terribly stressful. I started working at a very young age, and my sense of rightful financial independence was warped as a result. Damn it, I don't want to ask my parents to pay my rent...but I have no choice. The job thing didn't work out too well last year, and this year at least 40% of my time & energy is taken up by Trevor. Not that I begrudge that, any more than pet owners begrudge feeding, brushing, etc. Hmm, bad analogy. But I can't think of anything else that involves the same level of commitment to a living thing. Relationships defy analogies, I guess. It's just another fact to be worked around. I just wish I wasn't so damn tired all the time. I'd get a lot more done if I could keep my mind on it. Especially this week, when I've roped myself into reading 3 cantos of Spencer's Faerie Queene a night until Book 3 is done. Are you acquainted with the work? It's interesting, richly visualized and quite funny...but it was written in the 16th century by a man who was trying to make it sound ancient. A typical verse runs as follows: Yet these, and all that else had puissaunce, 50 to 60 verses a Canto. 11 Cantos to Book 3. Not horrifying, just time-consuming. I just wish I could concentrate, damn it!! one year ago today: kind of salty |