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incoherent Despite the odd quality of yesterday's entry, it was a pretty good day for me. When I wrote the entry, I was still in the middle of shifting gears as far as sleep goes, which tends to leave my brain in neutral. Waking up after having multiple dreams does not make the transition any easier and I am surprised that I could write anything at all. I finally closed my eyes at four this morning only to open them again three hours later. Once I opened them I decided to keep them open. Every Monday I have to convince myself that I am on a first shift schedule like everyone else despite the fact that when noon rolls around all that I want to do is sleep. Late this morning I went to have a couple of art prints professionally framed. I suppose that I could have tried to cut the mats myself, but I know from past experience that it is usually an exercise in frustration. I remember quite a few nights of swearing in college as I cut mat after mat wrong. Now I don't even have access to a mat cutter and highly doubt that I have the patience for that kind of thing anymore. All that it takes it one slip of the hand and suddenly a perfect mat becomes a piece of scrap. Grilling in the rain is what got me throught the afteroon lull. It doesn't take much concentration to stare at coals wondering when they are going to ash over. Part of the night was spent talking with Jose, his girlfriend Jenny and someone whose name I do not know. We were exchanging work horror stories and they had far more than I did. Somehow Jose has managed to have twenty-seven different jobs, which is almost beyond me. True, most of these jobs were part time jobs held at the same time, but that is still a lot of different jobs.
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