Commissioning a Change of Topic.

It's been awhile since I've been able to get out a real what's-what, and there's been little going on here beyond me having dreams, then abruptly waking up to post them here. I'm going to fix that right now, and say what's been up for anyone that might be interested.

I'm currently gathering documentation for the recruiter, Attison, to review. It's some real scrounge-work, and I'm getting very little from the people I contact. He said to tell them, "Anything you can get me would be lovely," even if they're being uncooperative, and asserted that he "doesn't care if they're documents from my barber," and that he'd just like anything that might push me into higher distinction.

So, I'm working on that, and have already gotten some medical stuff that says my flaws are controlled and readily surpassed, and some old school-records where I'm pretty top-tier. Now I'm just trying to get in contact with my old construction gig and the animal control centers I volunteered at.

Last night, I tried to get the mail out yesterday, but at the print-studio Cindy was on break and wasn't able to help me set-up my press. There was another employee, but he was just as clueless as me and ultimately said if I wanted anything done, I was gonna have to play ball and pony up fifteen bucks instead of a dollar-fifty. I wasn't keen on multiplying my price by ten.

I've gotten it all done today. I wasn't able to get Hjalmar's hair-pin made, so I think I might part ways with a cool pin and call it good until I can get ahold of some epoxy.

I've been on a CAKE binge, just grooving to Comfort Eagle and Fashion Nugget for the past couple of days. They're pretty old, and they're right up there with Dave Matthews, Nine Inch Nails and Tool on bands my father listened to when I was little that I later picked up, too - if you'd like a bit of their work, I can see what I can do in regard to helping you SEAFARING BANDIT if you know what I mean.

I've also been kind of nostalgic. It's been a good long while since I've gotten to play any games, and I've been mentally drooling over things I used to enjoy that were real time-consuming and relaxing like Harvest Moon and Flatspace.

I'd really like to flirt with the Witch Princess or Alisa.

Or just drift through space with a degree in Theology while harvesting and processing iron for humble profits.

In the crummier department of news, my aunt just had a miscarriage. She'd been pregnant for sometime and after suffering a collapse it killed the unborn child. I don't really know how to feel; I'm saddened for the disappointment it brings her to learn that, but on the other hand, she's in a kind of unique situation.

She left my uncle, Geoff, the stab-victim who was very kind, to essentially fool-around with married men. She's been real keen on this asshole Cop who is already married, named John, who she was very keen to bear a child despite him already having two kids (who are also assholes - good parenting, John) and him essentially keeping her on the outskirts of the family because he already has a wife who naturally doesn't approve of him having an affair.

In my opinion, it's just probably not the best person or situation to bring innocent life.
But she had high expectations and good intentions.

I don't know. I'm content to be neutral on it.

I also found there's a Red Cross not too far away.
I walked there yesterday to donate fluids. I've got an appointment to do it twice on the third of April. I'm pretty keen to make a habit of this, but they're not so good with needles, and I confess I'm still really sore. They entered at an odd angle, and I've been bruised-up and pained the day after. I wouldn't be surprised if it scarred like some of my worse platelet donations where they kept misplacing the I.V. or had set the draw-rate extraordinarily high, nearly collapsing a vein.

Anyways, I've got to prepare dinner, flirt with my darling, and then get to the Gym before it closes. I meant to go this morning, but I was up exceptionally late last night and had to compensate with a bit more sleep than usual. It wasn't a good idea, because the Printing Studio closes at weird, early hours.