Nate rocks my world.

Scissorkiss put on an amazing show. I so like hearing them play out now, because their songs are so damn good. And then Chris and Nate spun some great sets at ManRay too. I heard two Icons of Coil songs, and two Velvet Acid Christ tracks, including Mindphlux, which I'd been requesting like forever! I hurled myself out onto the floor for those songs, which aren't for the weak of heart. It takes some serious stamina to dance to, but is so rewarding. Afterwards I dropped some really cool people off at their homes, then slid through the snow to my home, and hopefully, to pleasant dreams.

Here's hoping

Turn it around again

While going down to meet Christine for lunch, and running a little late, I arrived at the ATM machine to discover that I had no ATM card. I was going to have to walk home and be extremely late. Until I remembered that I had a check I was going to deposit at the bank after lunch. I deposited it, got some money back, and was only a little late to lunch instead. What followed was a good afternoon of talking, walking, and shopping.

I arrived home to find a lovely note from my mother in the mail, and a message that a package was waiting for me at NHP. I neglected to inform Amazon that my shipping address had changed. So back into town I went, and when I finally returned home, the Buffy season 3 DVD set was finally mine. I said quick hello's to the desk staff, and left. No need to dwell on the past.

If I haven't responded to your e-mails, bear with me. I seem to be the victim of some router issues. I haven't gotten any mail all day, so I KNOW that something is up.

I'm ending the evening with Amadeus, the director's cut. This version is almost 3 hours long. I intended for it to be background noise, but I ended up watching the entire film, curled up in a warm blanket. The scene where Mozart dictated his Requiem to Salieri fascinated me. Hearing each component of the song, then hearing all of it together, it was breath taking. And to think he came to such an end.

I used to get really upset when thinking about Mozart, or many of the other famous artists, musiciams, actors. They had a legacy of greatness preserved in time, they left an indelible stamp on the world. Would I leave any such mark? Or would my life mean nothing in the end, one more series of numbers in a mediocre world? Such worries don't plauge me anymore. I have left a mark on this world, in the lives of my family and friends. I had made tiny bits of history. And I have many more years to leave a big splash, if that is what I really desire.

For the next few hours, I will simply enjoy the quiet and stillness of the apartment. Tomorrow there is more work to be done, and fun to be had. And sleep. Without the trapped in a park full of zombie dreams that I had last night. What is it with the rash of poor sleep and bad dreams so many people are having lately?