Elevators

Today, the elevator in our building decided to strike. It's probably because it's a holiday today, and it resents having to work. The fact that for me to use it I have to come into work myself (which means that I am at work right now) seems to be of no comfort to it. For anybody who might worry for me, it's an elective work holiday, and usually only people with children take a day off, because they kids are out of school.

Someone today actually said they liked my ramblings (in an e-mail message that I sent to a complete stranger). I guess she was just being kind, but I'll take what I can get. Since these particular ramblings are for my own benefit, I usually criticize myself rather than cutting me some slack.
I'm probably too critical and too self-conscious to have a proper blog (the kind other people read), but never mind that.
What is the source of my rambling? Probably the fact that I spend most of my reality within my skull, rather than the outside of it. I have too many random things running in there, and they all come gushing out if I'm not being careful. It's the same thing that makes me sing at full volume to a particularly liked CD in the traffic jam on the way to work. I sometimes sing so loud, that by the time I'm parking, I suddenly realize that I made myself half deaf. There is literally that ear pressure you get after a live concert for a couple of hours. Or maybe my radio is just too loud? Probably. I don't know if you can make actually yourself deaf .
I'll just let iPod do it, like everybody else.

Anyway, I'm starting a new novellete. I have a couple of chapters and a whole idea already. Unlike previous stuff I wrote, this time I actually know how things end (it's a happy ending) so there is even a chance it will be complete. I'm working on my web-site now, and I think this will be my online-book-in-progress project I dreamed up for myself.
I just need to find a host.