Well, I've wasted enough time today. I bought a MiniDVD videocamera today. Oh the mischief that will ensue...

It's now 5:32 PM and I seriously need to get to work. I was going to go see "Cars" tonight but now I'm feeling guilty and so I'm going to go get to work here momentarily. I can go tomorrow, since I'll need to get out and go to Northgate anyway.


Y'know, the whole fear of success thing really bites. I've figured that's what my problem is with the procrastination. I'm afraid of things getting out of my control. I've needed to do the press release regarding the release of MO since the middle of May. I haven't done it and it's been almost a month. Tomorrow I will actually see my books on the shelves at Waldens. It's high time I got the rest of this show on the road. I'm afraid I'm going to start getting calls to do promotional stuff and I won't be able to do it because of day job constraints. I'm afraid that BCH will suddenly get a 1,000 orders for the book and I won't be able to buy enough for the demand. I'm afraid I'll be asked to do interviews and won't know what to say. People seem to think I'm some sort of genius but I'm not all that smart. If I was that smart I wouldn't be a postal worker. I'd be working for NASA or I'd be the principle investigator on some planetary probe mission. I would have at least finished college. I sure as heck wouldn't have allowed myself to become trapped in a job that's just one short step above slavery. If the job's that great why do they have to pay people so much to stick with it?

I find it somewhat sad that I get paid so well for sitting on my rear end for ten hours a day typing when we have people in Iraq getting shot at who live on food stamps. And then get stiffed by the VA when they come home with a limb blown off or severe head injuries or with a serious case of dead. Why are we doing this again?

Oh well. At least Bush & Co. seem to have seen the light when their poll numbers (which they claim they don't care about) went through the floor.

Fortuitous airborne assassinations aside, seems like somebody put the thumbscrews to the Iraqi government. Metaphorically speaking.

Enough with the typing-chair quarterback stuff. I need to get to work. And small furry idiots need to go settle down on my bed and take a nap while I do so.

(glares at Boo as he inadvertantly inserts three dozen hard returns when he lays his head on the Enter key on the numeric keypad....)