This is the time of the day I'm most alert, most spatially aware. It hasn't been that long and I'm starting to feel like a hermit of sorts - some genuine geek. Goddamn I feel 1/4 like Ed..hmm anyways.

Last night Clarissa convinces me that Pier 1's Cooler Fete is it. I was in a mood last night. Now I'm not anymore. I want to stay in this godforsaken place a little longer and finish my work. As frustrating as it is, it's...ok. I'm stomaching it. My perfectionist tendencies aren't helping the launch of the new design, and I must get the story up, but ack it will be ...*gasp* visual vomit. There's also no time/makes no sense doing an old page for the story.

"The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me, a lie upon your lips
offer what you can, I'll take all that I can get
only a fool's here to stay... ~ Sarah - Ice"

It's nearly 6. Work must begin. No more time for personal stuff. Maybe it's all of this turmoil inside that is keeping me going. I want to scream but it is the energy of such that keeps me anchored to my work.