February 17, 2004
Dust in the Wind
OK, so maybe I need a diva every so often. I've been ambient and jellied, and I enjoy it. But I picked out some stuff I hadn't heard in a while, anyway. I am rediscovering the lyric and mellifluous voice of Sarah Brightman. It's not as harsh as I remembered it to be. The accompanying music is soft and fluid enough to make the whole of it enjoyable. And I threw in some Diana Krall just for that smooth, relaxing feel that makes me sway ever so in my chair. What the hell. These people think I'm weird as it is. It's not just the gay thing, either, which I'm sure still shocks a few of them. (The "Oh my goodness" lady never speaks to me, even though I say "hi" every morning. I'm convinced she's boycotting this queer on religious grounds.) "Do you ever see Michael eat? He never takes a lunch break. He never leaves his desk! How strange." The truth is that if I did leave my cube at lunch, I'm afraid I wouldn't find any reason to return. "Focus on my goals," I am telling myself.
And speaking of divas...this weekends's work was horrendous. Another 21.5 hours @ $XX/hour pays rent. That's good news. But in my delirium on Sunday night, I made the correlation that these documents were so ugly, they were like Dolly Parton's coat of many colors except on paper. Gawd, I am such a fag!!
And on a final note this morning, I woke up to 60° F (15° C) weather, almost tropical, gusty, overcast skies threatening to precipitate. It was quite a change from a week ago.
That's all. Probably more evening work tonight. I'm so damn tired. I can barely keep me eyes open.
