shockwave games are eating my brain.

Full, strange week. I'm worried in various ways and forms about many people close to me, lately.
The meeting at work to decide what to do about a sudden lack of manager made me feel better about the situation, but only slightly. It's been on my mind a lot. I was given a chunk of her former duties, which is at once kind of exciting and very weird. It feels like grave robbing, even though I was more or less volunteered by all my co-workers. Feels nice that they trust me with it, though.

Slept in today, which was nice. Attempted to contact party supposedly interested in buying my tascam. Perhaps voicemail will prove more fruitful than email.

Ran around with s4, deposited paycheck, paid small outstanding utilities bill at the Pirate House and left my keys. I'm officially moved out, now. Driving around the west bank made me feel strange about not living there anymore, after spending a good chunk of the last several years there.

Finally made good on getting together to make some music tonight. We started some cool stuff, I'm feeling a lot less wishy-washy about the whole project now. I also now covet my circuit-bending, FX-pedal-makin' friend's recent purchase of this, and plan to bother my family about the whereabouts of the original Game Boy my brother and I once shared as soon as humanly possible. Or just go find one for $10 at a thrift store somewhere.

Damn you, s4, for introducing me to that infernal game nisqually. It's worse than collapse or snood, I swear. Consider yourself warned.