:: My Reality ::
:: Friday, January 24, 2003 ::
Wearing: Forest green print buttondown, and khaki slacks. No, not the same ones as before!
Smell: Like a 'Ho cause I spritzed on too much cologne (Happy, by Clinique).
Feeling: Nervous, cause I have my evaluation in about 15 minutes.
Also Feeling: Embarrassed by my dirty laundry post from last night (below). Things are much better, now.
Wicca Went to Border's Books and Music last night, looking at books on Wicca recommended by The Eclectic Witch ( particularly one by Scott Cunningham). Met a very nice Witch, who instantly tuned in on me, gave me some chatter. It was a little ackward, me looking at beginning Craft, her already accomplished (although she was quite young). Later in the night I was visited by several astrals, very colorfully displayed. I invited all spirits to come if they came in Peace. They sure are a paranoid bunch! Lots of warnings about bad spirits and the evil they do. I have a good friend, a Shaman who says that evil will only attach to you if you have dwelling places for that evil; handles, if you will, for them to hang on to. I am not pure of thought because of the Pain in my Heart. Spirits are attracted to that wound like feeding sharks. But then they see that is guarded by God Himself, they turn away in disbelief, muttering "I wonder what happened there?"
:: Tom 2:23 PM [+] ::
... :: Thursday, January 23, 2003 ::Wearing: Big green Raga cotton Sweater, same khaki slacks as before
Feeling: In limbo
'Cause: My wife kind of kicked me out of the house!
It's all really a matter of opinion. It was my money as well as hers. If you want to get it down to it, we could have gotten a lot more if we had acted sooner (with a little of cooperation from her). I know, it's all rather confusing to everyone. I'm venting because I'm upset. I am actually pretty good at creating money where there was none before. Yeah, I know I go off on these sprees and it ends up costing us. But I created the money to begin with. $17,000 in the last four months! And that's in addition to my salary contribution to the household, $2200 per month with additional bonuses of $3 or $4K per year. I don't spend near that much on my own.
I'm just tired of putting up with these tirades as if I'm totally the bad boy in all this. Believe me I'm trying to do the right thing but the pressure to be perfect in someone's elses eyes is just sometimes too much.
:: Tom 8:40 PM [+] ::
...Wearing: Green Tee and Khaki pants
Worrying about: Money (not really)
Doing for the last hour: Blogging
Atlanta Weather: Very Cold and Windy. High today 25. Low tonight 7
Blogged a couple a Wiccans this morning. Very interesting. New a guy once who was into Wicca. He was a jerk, though. He sprinlked marujuana on some burgers at a family gathering at his house once. I really tripped out that night, along with several other people. Bad Karma for doing that. I don't think he was a real practising Witch, though. The sites I visited this AM were serious Wiccans. Here's an excellent site.
:: Tom 11:11 AM [+] ::
... :: Wednesday, January 22, 2003 ::Take a look at this clock. I stole if from someone elses blog. Now listening to Goeff Muldaur, a mornful CD. I think he's still heartbroken over the break up with Maria, some 20 years ago. Their daughter sings on one of the cuts. She sounds just like her mom.
Did a little research on the book over the weekend. Need someone (will pay someone) for names, locations and phone nos. of motels in a certain area of NC. These are the little strip motels like you use to stay in when you went on vacations with your Mom and Dad. I need names and numbers for ten or so of them. Need some art work too. Elaine (first wife) might do a few pages of art if I ask her. She's a very talented artist. Dale is going to edit, tighten up my prose. End result will be about 50 pages. It's kind of a travel book. A very specialized one. Don't know if I'm going to shop it, or self publish. Will see how it turns out. Cost will only be $5.00.
Here's an aticle I stole from another blog. I'm sorry bloggers, I've got to stop doing this. The next time I'm out burglurizing other people's blogs, I'll give them credit in html, only fair. Sorry, I just wasn't thinking. So here's this great article on mental illness and invisiblity. My wife is coming to the library tonight , bringing me coffee and a muffin. Oh Boy!!!
:: Tom 2:39 PM [+] ::
...Listening to: Me finger pick "Deep River Blues" on my CD. Not as clean or as fast as Doc Watson's version but other than Doc this is the best I've ever heard it done.
Wearing: Grey Cotton Slacks by Old Navy and a Burlap, Rust and Green colored large check, crew neck acrylic sweater. A gift from someone, maybe my wife, Christmas of 2001. It's oversize, very comfortable and looks good.
Today's Weather in Atlanta: Cloudy with occaisional showers, Turning clear and very cold tonight, possibility of snow flurries, low 24. High tomorrow, 27.
The Perfect Job: The wife and I just returned from an unplanned whirlwind trip to the mountains. We like to get away for 2 or 3 days sometimes. We both called into our jobs Tuesday morning at 8:00 from North Carolina. She feigned illness, tried to sound hoarse, I just left a message that I was taking an extra day off. We're back today, noone cared or even noticed that I was gone. I got my evaluation form today...it's so good that I'm actually embarrassed! They love me here, have no idea what I do, noone ever complains about my work, I come and go as I please. I swear it's the perfect job.
:: Tom 9:21 AM [+] ::
... :: Sunday, January 19, 2003 ::Wearing: Black slacks, burgandy tee.
Eating for Dinner: Salmon, braised in Teriyaki/Jack Daniels sauce, Green Beans, Whole Kernal Corn, and Yellow Rice
Stela in a Blue Dress
You can't accuse me of not trying. Went back on the Stelazine and that means the Addrall too. Nothing serious occured (usually I have pretty bad freak out); it was just not a good reality (Huxley, are you listening?). It's always good to drop in on the Real Self (how 'bout Jung?) and see if things are any better. Unfortunately the synapses are cluttered with the same ole flotsom/jetsom and devoid of the correct amount of seratonin needed to produce happiness. So, breathe easy, doc. I'm back.
Tomorrow I have the day off, MLK Birthday. Could go down to the King Center. You know, I've never been. All these years living in Atlanta and I've never been to King Center. He was one of my mom's favorites. My dad use to kid her about it, but she saw the love in Dr. King's heart and the power of his message. I've got a funny story about an MLK Celebration in Columbia, SC involving a cream white suit but I'll save that for tomorrow's post. Tonight I'm just going to relax with all these replenished neurochemicals flooding my system.
