and it begins

November 6, 2008December 4, 2018 / Alex Whitehall / Leave a comment

I’m getting sick. I’m not full blown sick (and I hope I can avoid it), but I have a sore throat and some nasal congestion (which probably caused the sore throat). And my brain is doing that thing where if I’m not concentrating on something (like typing) then my brain goes all floaty and I’m not aware of time passing.

Like what just happened when I finished typing that sentence and paused to think about something. My temp is only up 1 degree, so I’m not too worried about getting a fever, though if I were a normal human it would mean my temp was 99.6. As it is, my temp is only 98.5. But it normally is 97.5 (at the max) so you see where I’m coming from.

I haven’t gotten the third book yet, but hopefully today. I read Midnight Sun which was just a partial draft of a book she was planning. Now we doubt she’ll print it and all, but I think it’d be good if she did. Sucks that she was betrayed by someone like that though.

I’m going to go rage my pestilence on the world!

Neurotic to the bone

November 5, 2008 / Alex Whitehall / Leave a comment

I didn’t want my last post to sound like I’m always depressed during this time of year. I’m just alot more depressed than normal during these long nights and cold, cold times.

However, I can still revel in the sunlight and the golden leaves that hang on the trees. And it’s moment like these, when I’m outside in the brisk autumn air surrounded by brilliant colors and the sun that I feel wonderful. So I treasure those.

On other, neurotic, topics, I’ve started reading the Twilight series. It’s one of those books that I’m becoming neurotic over, obsessive even. It’s not one of those books that is brilliant, takes my breath away and is life changing. But for some reason, the empath in me connects to them, and then I’m in and like some drug I can’t stop.

I was irritated all day because I was promised the third book and the person didn’t show and I realized I would have to wait another day. It’s like the shakes, it was terrible. And I’m reading through them as quickly as possible to make this feeling go away, because at the end there will hopefully be resolution, and this feeling in me can go away.

Other than that, I’m going to a concert on Friday, which should be fun, I hope. If anything, good company. More on that once I go.

Because I had all this energy last night from my addiction, and no drug to satisfy me, I wrote. I wrote a fair amount, nothing crazy. But by the time I finished I felt calm, like I had satisfied one craving with another, which was nice. And hopefully productive (cause the dishes sure as hell didn’t get done, and my clothes are all still in the pile where I left them).

I’m not really looking forward to today. Even if I get the book I’m supposed to, I’ll want to read it all day, and I can’t, I need to work. So I’ll rush home and read it, and then I’ll have to force myself to go to bed, which isn’t easy when I’m high on my drug. I’ll keep thinking “One more __.” I don’t have a crazy amount of work to do at work today either, which will make it worse because I’ll regret not taking off to read (even though if I take off then I can’t get the book, assuming the woman brings the book). Hopefully I’ll be given something to do that can distract me for 9 hours. I’m not sure if it’ll be worse to not have the book or to have the book and not be able to read it.

And I’ll shut up now, since I eventually have to get ready for work.

I was told you wanted an update

October 23, 2008 / Alex Whitehall / Leave a comment

After my one pair of “barn pants” exploded (they caught on a piece of wood, and instead of snagging, they ripped from my knee to my crotch in .08 seconds), I went on search for a new pair. I refuse to buy brand new jeans (especially when they will be covered in grime in short order), so I head to Goodwill. Sadly, no luck. Thankfully, there are two more Goodwills I can try.

Of course, as clothing experiences tend to do, I now feel fat and want to lose this butt jiggle that I’ve obtained from sitting at a desk all day. And regret that I didn’t work out as much over this summer as I’d hoped to.

I bought a Sudoku book, all of hard puzzles, which pleases me just fine. And I stumbled upon a G.K. Chesterton book (The Innocence of Father Brown) an author Neil Gaiman mentions often (unless I’m confusing authors, but I don’t think I am), so was worth checking out (for $.27).

Finally, I’m in charge of barn duties from Friday afternoon until Saturday afternoon, so that time of my life is gone, but I don’t mind. I’ll hopefully get to ride both times, so that soothes any annoying conflicts.

And finally, for real this time, I have been writing and making ideas and such, but I’m thinking of it being a real book, so I’m torn with sharing it online (since I don’t want to be a story tease or anything). However, if I fall through on actually finishing it, I’ll be sure to share to show that the year of 25 was not wasted.