I am uber lame...
Yep, I'm spending Saturday night alone and cleaning my house. How cool is that? Still looking for a job, still not finding one. Makes one wonder, do I really want a job, or am I faking it? Sure I want the money, but work? Ughhhh. Fuckabuncha work. I actually went to my old boss today and lobbied for my old crap ass job. This is the pinnacle of laziness...too lazy to even rewrite my resume and search for a better gig than the one I had and hated 4 years ago. At any rate, was nice to catch up with the old man, but my senses got the better of me and I offered contract employment only, doing what I do best in the oh so lovely field of embroidery: late night commercial runs of 100+ quantities.
Finallllly assembled my router and table. It was a gift from the ex that I recieved right before I left last Christmas. I never even unwrapped it until today. So far, I'm a routing pro, and my little project is coming along rather nicely. Spent a few hours on a collage, it's no great shakes but mildly entertaining. Lets just say the theme is Bush, Burt Reynolds, and The Oscar Mayer Weiner.
Yeah, so, that and cleaning all day/grocery shopping and errands, fun times. Spent $513.77 on prescriptions at Walgreens, which made me ponder...am I being overmedicated? I should think so, but screw it, I'm happier than I have been in recent months past.
Reinquist kicked it last night...oh my folks, this week just gets better and better. I'm starting to feel as if I live in a country devoid of empathy for their own with this whole Katrina bidness.
I haven't slept yet, since the other night. It shows in my general attitude, so I suppose I'll be moseying on to bed soon. And then maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to write worth a damn. Maybe
Yep, I'm spending Saturday night alone and cleaning my house. How cool is that? Still looking for a job, still not finding one. Makes one wonder, do I really want a job, or am I faking it? Sure I want the money, but work? Ughhhh. Fuckabuncha work. I actually went to my old boss today and lobbied for my old crap ass job. This is the pinnacle of laziness...too lazy to even rewrite my resume and search for a better gig than the one I had and hated 4 years ago. At any rate, was nice to catch up with the old man, but my senses got the better of me and I offered contract employment only, doing what I do best in the oh so lovely field of embroidery: late night commercial runs of 100+ quantities.
Finallllly assembled my router and table. It was a gift from the ex that I recieved right before I left last Christmas. I never even unwrapped it until today. So far, I'm a routing pro, and my little project is coming along rather nicely. Spent a few hours on a collage, it's no great shakes but mildly entertaining. Lets just say the theme is Bush, Burt Reynolds, and The Oscar Mayer Weiner.
Yeah, so, that and cleaning all day/grocery shopping and errands, fun times. Spent $513.77 on prescriptions at Walgreens, which made me ponder...am I being overmedicated? I should think so, but screw it, I'm happier than I have been in recent months past.
Reinquist kicked it last night...oh my folks, this week just gets better and better. I'm starting to feel as if I live in a country devoid of empathy for their own with this whole Katrina bidness.
I haven't slept yet, since the other night. It shows in my general attitude, so I suppose I'll be moseying on to bed soon. And then maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to write worth a damn. Maybe
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Yes you're massively overmedicated. My actions would be to stop taking so many drugs (well mine would be to stop taking ALL drugs) and get out n run. Just run as far n fast as you can and then run back home and sleep. Wake up, do the thing sthat need done, and go run again. Sweating is fun. Just make sure you drink tons n tons of water.