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2011-03-22 - 8:52 p.m.

I have been AWOL from my journal for a decent click now. It's always the same contention: I feel an obligation to be entertaining and thorough in my delivery of my life. Four times out of five, that leads to a sporadic windmill wind-screen of flies zooming in with intricately carved postcards, heralding news with soft burberry sacks laced in 24 karat gold trim, brass buttons, and hats as blue and canonical as they are gay.

This is clearly not working. a .35 caliber semi-automatic crescendo of bullet-points works better. I have erected a life where I do no less than the following:

1) manage a team of undergrads and research specialists to engage in complicated analyses spawned from my mind, where I myself do more complicated crap still across 6 projects to get published in high impact journals;

2) socializing on a scale that can only be slightly dwarfed by the Emily years, which were fun but fucking ridiculous;

3) managing a team of fake vampires while acting as a fake vampire in a LARP about fake vampires fighting fake supernatural forces and occasionally themselves in Chicago, laced with enough soap opera bullshit to make the spat about Sydney in 'Days of Our Lives' look like a pro-Mexican sweatshop ad;

4) paying bare, if even scant, attention to a now 7 year game project headed impromptu-ly by a German so hellbent on getting smithing implemented that I have not been needed--and haven't wanted to be needed--for at least half a year;

5) keeping up sporadically with a handful of friends.

It isn't that I don't have free time. I just prefer to couch that free time in as much ENTJ marshalling as possible to sow order come hell or a giant sword up multiple asses.

Did I mention photography? Well cock and balls.

6) going out to do band photography of Julia's friend's boyfriend's band Luancy, putting up photographs with Julia at venues such as the Inferno, and generally getting back into that shtick.

There is a constant keening mental masturbation about minutiae, like thousands of microscopic hands jacking off my ego. Or is it my sense of disettled perfectionism. Or is it the need to disrupt horseshit with good old-fashioned common sense?

But there is masturbation. That's on the test.

Okay. What haven't I covered. Wait. What have I covered.

Right.

Battery low. Sundry details and stories alluded to over past year will have to wait. Or I could plug in my computer and be taken along this carpet ride for another post.

Not fucking likely. But the beer is helping.

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