October 16th, 2002

Self-Portrait 3

"Watch it! You want me to shoot my dick off?" "What, you're a sharpshooter now?"

Damn, but I've been in a good mood today. It might have something to do with the fact that the weather today has been utterly perfect. High 50's to low 60's, not a cloud in the sky, the occasional breeze for when your jacket gets just a bit too warm... I tell you what, if I were running this dog and pony show, it'd be like this every day. It seems especially pleasant after the miserable asspit of a day that yesterday was.

I like days like this, tho'. Especially when they sneak up on you, like this one did. It seems to have been just the ticket to snap me out of the funk I've been in. And by being in a funk, I mean it's been more than a week since the last time I did thing one that could even be remotely construed as "constructive". Not that I'm planning on doing anything constructive today, mind you. I'm just saying, it's been a week. Might be another one, too.

Waitaminit, waitaminit, I take that back. I have too been constructive in the past week. I've been sussing out a design for a mace since I went to bed Saturday night. So there. Which reminds me, so I won't forget: Alternating rows of studs and spikes? Feasible?