Note from Error: I ran spell check only. Nameless's grammar will have to stand on its own. heehee :P

About 'Nameless' second author. Thank you Error, My code name is 'Nameless' it was brought by simply on accident. I wasn't found of the idea of placing or real names on the web so we used the characters we best resemble. This is my ramblings. Sometimes ramblings hold high interest. The purpose here I guess it is to get to know me. Right now I am packing all of my stuff into boxes.

No I'm not moving, not yet. But I will be maybe 2 years down the road. I am just preparing to do just that. Meanwhile I am listening to some heavy metal, and watching a knight's tale winamp plugin. From time to time when a thought enters into my mind I will jot it down caring not for reason or flow. (Like many writers do.) The thought that started this was thank you Error. Error is the coauthor (and thee editor). I was looking threw some of my stuff doing the keep or throw destinations. When I came across pictures from the trip we made to Kansas City.

Normally I hate my pictures. But 1 picture was taken when I haven't had enough sleep, and was enjoying the rush of just staying awake. We were sitting at an Italy Restaurant. In the sun room. And man it was sunny. The day times high was more than 100 degrees. I was very content just sitting there. I could have taken a nap, and by the picture it looks like I was still sleeping. Land Lord paid me a visit. Just to fix the plumbing. The same plumbing that flooded the apartment about a year ago. AT&T called me about my balance. Don't think I'm a poor schmuck that is always late on my payments. No, don't think that at all. AT&T hasn't sent ME a bill in about a year. Then they call asking for money. I tell them to send me a bill. They say O.K. and the bill doesn't arrive. And before you think the obvious again, (Like they have the wrong address.) I called them many times to make sure it is corrected. And still no mail. One day a stranger hands me my bill. I know this is my bill only because it has my calls on it. But it is clearly billed to the wrong address. The only thing that was right was the phone calls, my phone number, and the city. Even the name on the account was wrong. But when I called AT&T everything was in my name. I just paid my balance and had the long distance canceled. That should be the end of my dealings with AT&T. When I finally got my bill they were charging me 40 cents a minute day rate. What a rip off, Internet phone calls are free. During my cleaning I may have found an early drawing on nameless, and I have incurred some of the likenesses into the current painting. My father called to see if I was coming down. He wanted to grill and it would be a nice day to do it, but (and there are two) I will be heading down next week for memorial day. and I had already started my cleaning. The power goes out weekly at my place, it happens every time I run the microwave, and the dryer at the same time. It's several days later. I have had a wonderful time with a shredder.

Those things can be so much fun can't they. I visited my parents and it was a great weekend. The highlight was the grill'n. But it usually is. I am currently looking for a good masonry for my new home. It's going to be composed mostly of concrete, and stone, some of it very elaborate. Some of it not so.

Like my bedroom. I only need a place to sleep. Since I can't see with my eyes open, having great looking stuff in the bedroom seemed pointless. Although I am making the room good enough for resale. If I have the energy tonight ( which is slowly falling.) I will make some artist sketchings on the rooms. It's about a two weeks later, and I am terribly late on my part of the writing. I've been sick and extremely busy. I finished the sketchings of some of the rooms. Might I say some of it is cool. I am again listening to heavy metal. I just finished one very good work week, but it makes me tired.

If I was an editor, (which I am not) I would remove this entire paragraph. Well this is ramblings, and with ramblings pointless thought is the purpose. This has been a good year for fighting the wasps. Not one has made it into the apartment yet. But the silver dollar wasps haven't made it out this year.

There's a nest in the ceiling of this apartment, that will get larger over time. I am debating this weekend. I know in a way I need to work on work, (for work). Yet I want to work on the story, but I am so very timed, I shouldn't make any decisions at this time. It's fathers day sometime this weekend. I won't be visiting. My father works most of the weekend, and the whole family is starting to stuffer from a case of claustrophobic-a. My brother moved in with my parents. I can guarantee that this is temporary. Whoops I am starting to fade. The very words on the screen seem to be floating. As if they are trying to make a story of their own. It's now 4:30 in the morning and I'm doing some coding from home. Just started a safety compile. I am going to work on 3 things today regarding work.

But since it's only extra work, there's a good chance I'll stop at 2.

My breakfast is going to consist of a Chinese fired rice, in a microwaveable box, made by an factory who uses the logo of an old woman. I have finished 1 of the things I was going to do for work. Then I thought about another task, so I'm doing that. I just remembered about the time when I was cooking my favorite rice disk and the pan slid off the stove, because the stove tilts. Man did that make me mad. And I know I shouldn't get mad at such trivial things. Unbelievable it compiled!!! Well I don't think you can get a better idea of who I am by reading a biography. So although my life goes on, this mini journal ends.

Thanks again Error,

Nameless