Amadeus

It's fitting that we watched Amadeus last night.
I've been having an Amadeus kind of day. In the movie, Mozart is forced into being creative until he dies of exhaustion. That and drinking himself into oblivion... So if you just replace the cronic drinking with a bad stomach cold, and the "being a piano-playing genius" with being a graphic designer; it's me.

Stress has been building up lately, and with the constant demand on my employer's part for new and "more amazing" designs... I'm running out of steam. And since the "steam" is what I bring to the table, I need to keep it coming or I am not exactly considered useful. All the same, all these thoughts culminated today in the action of my brain farting. Yes, I think that in my overactive, and recently abused imagination, I heard my brain go "Phummph" today around 3:42pm. At first, I thought it might be our neighbors, "The mexicans" who have a giant garden growing in what was meant to be the loading dock of their business. But no, the harsh reality that my brain had just farted was the disgusting, whether real or imagined smell of boiling hotdogs (which for those of you who don't know, is the worst smell ever...) which smelled only slightly less horrible than the skunk that ate burnt popcorn, crawled under our apartment the other night and died in a fiery sulfuric blast. This is merely my interpretation of the smell that started smelling about 11:30 the other night. It stopped reeking around 8:45 that morning. Just enough to deprive us of as much sleep as possible. Later that day, upon arriving home, I went sniffing (literally) around the apartment to find the source of the hideous odor... but to no avail. No skunkish-burnt-popcorn smells to be found.

Oh well.

My head hurts, it must be the pockets of brain farts that are bubbling around up there, just waiting for the chance to get out and mortify me with all their hot-doggy glory.

Later.

Sickish

Well, I'm still sick, but I had a good night's rest.

Sarah and I watched Amadeus last night. Not overrated at all. 8 Academy Awards including best picture were well deserved. I watched it once when I was young, and wasn't sure that it was really as good as I remembered... but it was.

I'm off to work, which is a graphic design job. It's pretty cool, and I get alot of creative reign, but my boss is a super-penny-pincher when it comes to everything. Oh well, you can't have it all...

Later.