Nothing

It's cold out, with rain in my jeep and snow only a thousand feet up on the towering mountains...

I was late for work this morning. I called Judy to inform her of my situation. On the phone with numb fingers and a hot cup of coffee is not a good way to drive. "UVSC Library, how can I help you," she said. "Judy, it's Matthew... hold on for a second - I need to shift." Steering with my knees, hands occupied, rain water hitting me in the face and I'm on the phone. Good work, sir. I ought to be arrested.

Thinking of cold and coffee... I wonder if Ryn is going to get a cup of hot chocolate on the way to work this morning?

So, I haven't written much lately. I'm preoccupied with things other than thinking, I suppose. I need to spend more time on the guitar... the dark-room technique class is cool, although I am really disappointed in most of the student work. I would like it if a few of the students were interested in working on more abstract pieces. I'm tired of near straight prints with a minimum effect. I'm a loner...

Music appreciation is a breeze, although I need to start on my Thelonious Monk paper.
I'm having dinner at the Bangkok Thai Wednesday night. I hope it isn't cold enough to snow on my drive up, or back...

Jeeps.

Work

I don't belong here...

Feeling excluded. I am only part of the conversation when something is needed from me.

I hate being beyond the wall... over there. A fly on the wall, and then voices go down (secrets - not for my ears). And then, louder giggles... not a laughter I am invited into.

I don't belong here.

(no subject)

Hmmm...

Look at me : Cranky Boy.

Yes, I had a hard time sleeping last night. I should stop this moodiness... I'm going home.