Sifting the backwash of my co-workers my final detatchment from work has occured. I genuinely dislike my job now, and a good portion of my co-workers genuinely agitate me on a regular basis. I'm going to buy sunglasses and ignore them hence forth. It's been fun, but after 3 years of this crap I've finally warmed up to the concept of why people have no emotional attatchment to their work. A perfect example of this would be the man who asks "what are you doing" as I write this. Obvious I'm writing. Why? Because I don't want to be involved with the current conversation. I tire of treading over the same subjects with no visible progress. Bah.

In a bit different direction... When I get home, I'll be recording the final take for Olympian, and likely spend the rest of the day finishing compositions for the albumn. Hopefully all of the serious recording will be done, tracked in stereo dry and panned dead center. Then I'm going to take that theory book of mine and devour it's wholesome goodness (drive myself insane), and then get a minidisk recorder, the phone recorder so I can finish the sampling.

Then I need to finish this damned Zen book of mine, head to the Kanzeon and put in a few hours of zazen and finish the conceptualizing for the art work and then beg and plead with karla to have her help me with the website.. Then I need to speak with Tyler about helping me with this cgi-bin idea of mine.

Hopefully by september or so everything will be done and I'll be able to RTM the bitch. Here's hopin. Later yall.