What a roller coaster of emotions the first week of classes is at work. Sitting around waiting for customers is like being stuck in a Beckett play.

That’s a fancy way of saying business is for shit.

Today as I was coming back from my lunch hour, I approached this couple that were standing around on the sidewalk, practically doubled over from the cold and looking confused. As I passed them, they asked me where the body piercing place was. I gave them directions as my mind screamed in terror. The both of them had bloodshot eyes, cigarettes dangling from the corners of thier mouths, and faces like worn, beaten leather. This womanís face was so worn it was like a still life of a turbulent, sickly brown ocean. There were countless peaks and valleys, folds upon folds, canyons upon crevasses. I don’t want to imagine what these people were going to get pierced, or even how it could be done. Maybe if they used a rail-gun, or some kind of orbital laser.

Speaking of body things, my friend Joe came over, and we had pizza and watched “Goldeneye,” and as we caught up on things, he told me that he was going to be starting up a tattoo parlor in town and doing tattoo work again. I dug out the drawing of the tattoo I’ve wanted to get for, oh, the past 4 years or so, and he said he’d be able to do it easy, for $45. So that may be something on my plate soon, once I get my mind back in a “getting a tattoo” place and making sure that it’s what I really want to do.

There are actually two that I want to do, but let’s start small.

Despite work being crazy (in the sense that it doesn’t make sense, and it’s confusing as to where everyone is), I’ve managed to be productive, in the sense that I’ve done some work on a comic script and a little bit of editing. I’ve been exercising and even making meals instead of just foraging for food in the wilderness. Along those lines, I got this horoscope today from www.freewillastrology.com:

“I predict that 2004’s mysterious gifts will free you from your old self. At least one of your inhibitions will disappear. Attacks of self-consciousness will diminish in frequency and intensity. You’ll realize how fun it is to rebel against your antiquated image. The only new taboo you might take on is a taboo against imitating the overused shticks that have worked for you in the past. Because of these explosive improvements in your relationship with brash spontaneity, you may be ready to acquire your porn name. Here are two suggestions about how to generate the new moniker. 1. Combine the name of your first pet with the name of the street where you lost your virginity. 2. Go to www.mypornname.com and follow the directions.”

Inhibitions? Me? Some would say I don’t have enough (but then again those people don’t know me all that well). Who knows, 2004 could be my year *taps my copy of the Writers Market Guide.*

Oh, and Free Will Astrology man got the porn formula wrong; it’s Pet’s name and Street You Grew Up On (which gives you today’s title).

Inhibitionless (?), I remain…