I'm listening to a funky beat and, yeah, it's the truth: Sure it's almost 7:30 and I'm at work, and yes I worked over 200 hours last month with more coming my way, but I can't complain. I've got people knocking on my door (proverbialy only) and more shit to do in life than I can. Actuallly that's a problem for in my life. Growing up probably means accepting that I can't do everything I want. I need to make choices about where to spend my time. But I still WANT to do it all: hold down a full time job, be in a band, play games, watch the best shows, read the good books, see the good movies, love the good people, develop myself personally and socially and mystically and intellectually, sleep, learn foreign languages, travel, be fit, play ultimate frisbee. Is it all doable? Maybe, but for one with a tendency for low energy and illness it is so indescribably hard. I'm trying though, I really am. Well I'm not playing ultimate even a little. Friday @ midnight me and a whole crew are have 24 hours to complete a video short for a movie making marathon contest. We get the topic of our film friday night and turn in a finished product saturday night. Good times! I've got a DP, producer, editor, audio slave, all sorts of equipment, and presumably actors and actresses. I'm directing and am most assuredly the least experienced person in the group. Good times. Sunday I'm playing with the new band dealio. Chris, Terra, Katie are all in and maybe one other. Should be awkward and bad sounding and fun. I booked us a space at one of those fully equiped rehersal spaces. 18 bux an hour. damn good deal I think. Carry on.