Something Else

As in, "It's time to talk about...". I'm getting bored with myself. Which is not to say that these matters aren't still pressing, just that I'd rather stop talking about them now, and I'm sure none of you mind.

This morning DMG, our IT guy came by my house before work to help me fix my wireless network. Obsessive readers will remember me saying how pleased I was to set it up a few months back, of course, what I perhaps did not report is that it all went to shit soon after and had to work via cables. Or really, that should say 'one cable' which sort of defeats the purpose of a wireless network so that flatmate DM and I can both be working on our computers, via the internet, anywhere in the flat, at the same time. Well, it looked promising when we left my house to go to work, we'll see what the situation is when DM gets home tonight. At the very least he should be able to work via cable and I should be able to go wireless if we can't get his connection working right. Stupid computers.

In the meantime, I stayed at work really late trying to get a drawing from Illustrator, which was massively big into a smaller more friendly format. My computer was grinding on the conversion for close to an hour, though it did eventually work, on my screen, and when I went to save it, it crashed and lost the hour-long conversion. So I set it up a little differently and tried it again, only to have it happen again, so I just went home, now a full day behind in my work for the week. This morning I've managed to get it to work better, so now I'm waiting for my InDesign document to turn into a pdf which is going to take another fucking hour or so. Which leaves me plenty of time to write a long rambling blog on company time. Woo hee!

Tonight I'm intending to swing by the London Munch. A munch being the standard name for bdsm social gatherings. I usually don't go to munches. Not to be mean, but they are often populated with people very unlike myself. I obviously like bdsm oriented sex, but it doesn't mean I am a goth, or into lots of tattoos and body piercings, or even like to wear black- all of which is regularly unfortunately associated with bdsm. It's not that everyone is like that (clearly), but the most outspoken people, and those who are the most involved, tend to predominantly be that way. So generally I don't feel like I fit in at a munch. Sure, these people share one particular interest of the many in my life. That doesn't mean we have very much else in common. However, a couple people I am friendly with are going tonight and have asked if I was going, and since I don't regularly go, I thought I'd go tonight and get myself off the hook for another bunch of months.

My weekend plans involve not much really. Broadway Market, general grocery shopping, laundry, rotating my mattress, and a possible trip to Ikea. Studying, will obviously feature largely. And I may end up taking work home at this rate. And there will go my weekend. But that's alright. I don't think I mind.

I always find in times of dissatisfaction with life, I am dissatisfied with everything. At the moment I am wondering why I'm not someone else, doing something else with my life. Continual jealousy of those who I see as having the things I want. Often not spouses or money- most frequently the contentment of doing a job that I think is amazing. I should be writing porn or making things or have my own upscale sex shop (with SH of course, since that's been our ten year vision, too bad CCK beat us to it!!). Son of a bitch.