What'd I do yesterdee.

I fought a lot, I (finally) slept a lot, I got up and continued my recent move toward trying to give myself some kind of repetitive stress injury - the past two nights I've chosen incredibly tedious tasks to keep my brain and hands busy. Two nights ago it was opening every unopened bill and bank statement I have (I pay and read them online,) completely reorganizing the way I filed such things, and reordering them into some semblence of chronology. I had a gigantic pile of opened envelopes and stupid crap they put in with bills by the time I was done. I was up talking to Lish and yet still using every moment I wasn't typing to open letters and sort, and it still took me hours. Crazy. But now if you say March 03 Bank Statement and January 04 cable bill I can have them in hand within 20 seconds. Trust me, that is useful somehow. Or maybe I am a chemically imbalanced archivist.

Today I tackled the CD collection, making a full inventory of what CDs were missing, and checking each and every one to make sure none were hiding in the wrong cases. Remove CD from shelf, open, take out disc, check for extra discs, replace disc, close. Repeat. I don't know what in me is making me do this, but it's not all bad, because I need to do this kind of tedious beancounter inventory stuff. I think next I will reorganize and label my vast VHS tape collection. Or get a job folding laundry. Who knows.

Cleaned up a whole bunch of other stuff, sorted things for filing again - My filing cabinet is actually becoming useful again, instead of this thing that I can't use because all the file categories are wrong. I have a whole stack of school notes and so on that I have decided to smelt. I normally keep my school notes, and have them for every class I enjoyed going back into high school, but I think as this summer progresses I will smelt the lot of them. I don't want to be lugging those damned things around when I move.

Speaking of, in cleaning I've been evaluating what I will want to take with me for the eventual move and what I won't. Note to self - Poker-bin air-sealed mini-cigars actually hold up quite fine over incredibly long periods of time. Found those when cleaning and decided it would be fun to see if they had mutated in any way. Fie on smoking, it is lame, but those things do cool stuff to my voice. Now it will probably be another 8 months before I touch anything like that again.

Was interesting to be halfway leaning out on the patio, keeping the smoke from those things out of the house while listening to my underappreciated Orbital CD. Perfect weather for it. Stirred some interesting old memories. It is odd to me that I am the buzzkill who reminds everyone about smoking death and drug braincell slaughter and yet almost everyone I've really spent a lot of time with and cared about since age 13 has been a smoker. And then when I shocked others with what I was doing, I got called Mr. No Smoking Anything Ever. Well, it's good to know my rep exists as being vehemently against it and yet I can still tear up my vocal chords for no good reason from time to time. It wasn't a poker night, but it felt like a night for that kind of stupid "manly" thing. And it ended up being nice.

So, what else. Basically just cleaned. Tomorrow I think I am going to try my hand at this Unzervalt track I have planned and try to do this art thing in Illustrator. I would also like to do some laundry, but I mean, really, who are we kidding here.

I've got some irons in the fire. Lotta strands in duder's head.

Oh, and the Busa is back. Sweet.

"Show me, where the real light is

Buildin' a wall inside
A wall 'round my heart (wall around my)
Buildin' a wall inside
Yeah"
--Orbital ft. David Gray Illuminate
From the underappreciated The Altogether CD set

[Riku Nuottajärvi is a bad ass]