That’d make a fine band name, anyway. They would’ve been playing at the lightswitch rave in my bedroom last night. Though a proper rave would’ve included underdressed party girls, wouldn’t it? Damn my luck.

Let me explain. (There isn’t too much, so I don’t need to sum up.) You see, apparently the 5th of July is the night on which the neighborhood kids get to light off the cheaper fireworks. Their weapon of choice? The strobe bomb (or whatever its technical name is, which I can’t be bothered to look up right now on account of being very, very tired and a bit cranky). I gotta tell ya, it’s awfully difficult to get to sleep when my bedroom is illuminated to almost daylight brightness several times per second for ten seconds, every few minutes, for well over an hour. Occasionally they changed gears and lit off various screamingly noisy things. Hooray for variety. I think they ran out of ammunition around 11:30, then settled for just talking at full volume for a while. Neighbors, schmeighbors. Nobody needs to work the next day, right?

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to see about staggering and stumbling my way through my workday.

She’ll always be the “kid” of the family, because she’s five years younger than I am and each of us only has the one sibling. (My present to her is that I won’t state my age here to prevent casual readers from doing the math. See what a loving big brother I am?)

Happy Birthday, Sis!

It’s just under one week ‘til payday, and I’m flat broke. There’s precisely one penny in my bank account. I have a little bit of cash in my wallet. I’ll be making a bit of money over the weekend, which is why I’m not in a blind panic right now. Next month probably won’t go much better, as a fair chunk of my “operating” funds is already spoken for.

I started feeling woozy and nauseated late on Wednesday. I sort of bulldozed my way through work yesterday, figuring that if I just kept going strong then whatever’s wrong with me would run its course in the background. Oh, like that would happen! So today I’ve been at home, even more sick than I was yesterday, and generally not what you’d call in the best of spirits or health.

I want to be doing creative things, but I lack stamina and the ability to concentrate for very long today so I settled for doing some more digital housekeeping. DVDs have been burned and filed. A few superfluous directories (full of stuff that I once thought I’d use but I now realize that I’ll rarely think about ever again) are now deleted. There’s more work to do, but my progress is substantial.

That’s something, right?

Just so you know: I’m not dead.

I’ve been tinkering with things on my local desktop, rearranging how I run my digital life, seeing about rejuvenating certain aspects of this electronic existence I’m so very tied up in. Maybe I’m just afraid of becoming complacent, maybe I’m trying to “shake things up” to break out of the doldrums. There’s some fun in just plain puttering around for its own sake, of course.

I haven’t forgotten about the writing. I haven’t even forgotten about the music video projects. I just need to straighten out the working environment (and a few remaining loose nuts in my psyche) before I can tackle those. I very much want to make something, though, so there probably isn’t a whole lot more of this quiet, behind-the-scenes action (hidden though it may be) remaining before things start picking up around here.

Yes. Yes, I know. I know I’ve said many times already this year that I was finally ready to come off of hiatus. The difference is that at least during this break I’ve been actually doing things rather than just moping around feeling sorry for myself.

Scary, huh?