Feeling Moved

I hate worrying about money. I am currently entirely broke, and more in debt than I've ever been. (It's not a huge debt, but I detest debt.) I need work. Fortunately my (ex)boss Brent knows a guy who needs some programming done for him. It's a project similar to what I was working on in OIT. Brent said he'd hook the two of us up. It'd be a contracting position, so I could work from home. That would at least give me some wiggle room until I find a full-time position. I went to the local library the other day and checked out some CDs. My favorite of the bunch has been Radiohead's amnesiac. It's been nice to be able to listen to music on the stereo system. Tight bass that's not overpowering, surround sound interpolation, and a comfortable couch on which to lean back and just focus on the music. It's also nice that it's in the basement, where I can turn it up without fear of bothering others. I'm slowly beginging to adjust to the schedule here. Getting up at 8:00AM sucks. I'm doing it, but it sucks. I'm not human before 11:00. I'm signed up to go to the sleep center the first week in March. That's where they tape a bunch of electrodes to your skull and limbs and take an EEG of you while you sleep in a provided hotel room. Then a few weeks later they send you back the results. I hope there are lots of charts and graphs. I also hope that it shows that my sleep really is really poor. If it doesn't, it means that I've got more months of radical behavioral modification. Blech. It shouldn't have to be this hard to get a decent night's rest. I've been enjoying the non-stress of classes and homework not looming over my head. It gives life a very different rhythm. Now I just need to get some work so that I can have reason to get out of the house. I'm going a bit nuts. One of the tires blew out on the RX-8 yesterday. It somehow got two punctures right next to each other. Fortunately it was under warranty from Dobb's Tires, so they replaced it free of charge. Well, there was a 50 cent tax from the wonderful state of Missouri, but they covered that, even. Took about an hour from the time I dropped it off. Not bad, not bad at all. I've also been playing some FFIV on the GBA. I know I've mentioned this, but it bears repeating. I've never played it before, so it's a bit of an experience. I'm curious about one thing though. When I really look at it, there's very little dialogue or exposition in the game. At the same time, I feel connected with the characters and the events in the game. It's very archetypal, but somehow seems to avoid being cliched. Why is that? I suspect that the combat portions of the game somehow cause you to feel empathy with the characters beyond what the script would signify. I wonder why. The family PC here sucks. There, I said it. I added a bunch of RAM from the sticks I brought home with me, but it only does so much. I hate the feeling of being tethered to a desk, too. It feels very confining. Last year was the first in which laptops outsold desktops. I'm beginning to see the advantages laptops really have. My last week in Provo was a very good thing. I got a lot of things wrapped up, settled and decided. I came back feeling significantly more comfortable with my state of affairs. It was good to see everyone in person. Online communication complements face-to-face contact, but can never supplant it. I need a computer on which I can play FFXI. I'm seriously jonesin' here.