| I think I have something to write about, but it's not emerging and coming immediately to mind. So I'm indulging in an old writing exercise of writing about nothing, or a stream of consciousness, when encountering writer's block. I don't think I necessarily *have* writer's block, persay. Because the words are rummaging around in there somewhere. (Taps head) Hello? You gonna come out and play? I guess not. Begin stream of consciousnessI'm hungry. It feels particularly hollow. It figures that that's the first thing that came to mind. Man, a lot of people just starting having a conversation all at once around here. It's 11:00... one hour to go. I wonder what Calvin will want to do for lunch? Man, that lady has an annoying laugh. But I'd never tell her that. I had that told to me once, and now I think about it every time I laugh and wonder if everyone else thinks so, too. I wonder why the first knuckle on the index finger of my right hand always cracks. I'll bet the stuffed animals on top of my monitor are really dusty by now. Folks are going to think I'm really strange, or more boring than they thought, when they realize that *this* is the kind of crap that rolls around in my brain. Maybe this isn't a typical stream of consciousness. I didn't get much sleep last night, and I'm feeling rather foggy. That's probably it. At least, that's my current excuse. Or it could be that I'm just boring. Shoot. I had such higher goals in life than that. My boss is a jerk to his wife. Yes, he won an award and yes he's going to San Diego for the awards celebration. But he's telling his wife it's employees only when I *know* it's for employees and their significant others. That's just wrong. If he wants a weekend away from her he should just tell her so, instead of lying. Unless he's cheating on her. I wonder if he's cheating on her?I can type really fast. It's the only thing that I'd consider telling anyone that I'm good at. Other than that, there's not much that I feel that I can brag about. Maybe my cooking, but some experiments still go awry. I don't think anybody holds that against me, though. Darn, I wish we were having Calvin's hamburgers for dinner tonight instead of Subway. Marie's cravings for Subway are kind of weird. I mean, I understand cravings, but *Subway*? I think I'll change the title of this entry. Yeesh, I *am* obsessed with food. But I'm hungry, darn it. It got quiet around here again. People are sick all over the place. I hope I don't get it. I've been popping vitamins (hah, I almost typed "pooping") like they're going out of style. It seems like when I try to actively prevent acquiring an illness, I get it anyway. When I ignore the cold and flu season, it passes me by. It figures. Woops. Got an e-mail. God. How does that woman qualify to head up Corporate Security? What a dipshit. READ THE REPORT and then you'll know who *issued* the report. Dunderhead. What a weird word that is. Gotta remember to save. Nothing pisses me off more than losing something and having to recreate it. I never feel like it's quite the same the second time around. So Calvin wants to start planning some kind of wedding thing. I don't know what I want. I already did the pomp and circumstance thing. Maybe Vegas, with a reception at home afterwards, like Marie suggested. That would be fun. But I want plenty of money to blow on a vacation. I don't want to have to be concerned about *anything*, let alone money, when I'm supposed to be having the time of my life. I do know that I'm not planning the whole thing. Calvin is going to give me his opinion if I have to drag it out of him. I know he thinks he's being accommodating by saying "whatever you want", but I *hate* that. I hate hate hate it. I think my Missions turned out to be a lame idea. I can never think of anything good or entertaining. But I'm reluctant to give it up. Where do I get ideas from? What else could I do to make this site more interesting and interactive? Why has my readership taken a dip lately? Who did I lose? Why? Should I even care? I think this site is 70% for me, 20% for Calvin, and 10% for my readers. I could be wrong. I probably am. Maybe it's 33.333R%, and 33.333R%, and 33.333R% distributed respectively. I wish I could be proud of how well I'm doing in my class, but it's so damned *easy* that I feel like I'm cheating, or cutting corners, or something. But it's the school's own damned fault for making it mandatory. Whatever. Plow through until the end of April, and I won't have to deal with math again. Until I'm going for my Master's anyway. Sigh. I didn't drink enough water today. I have a bunch of pictures I want to scan and I keep not getting around to it. I have a lot of entries of a deep and profound nature that I want to write and I haven't felt that the time is right. What an idiotic sneeze that woman has. I mean, really. That's *got* to be an exaggeration. I'm going to upgrade the free PC AcronymCo is providing next month to include a CD burner. I want to be able to archive stuff from the new PC, instead of having to use the one the kids will be taking possession of. So. $241 bucks from where? The truck registration is due next month. $350. We've got to stop going out to eat so much (there's food again!) but I love it so. damned. much. I'm a going out to eat freak. Maybe it's because I was deprived of it for so long with X(m). I was deprived of a lot of things when I was with him. Happiness being the primary one. Hah. I paid my dues, and now I'm obscenely happy. I bet that just pisses him off. Good. Gee, where did *that* momentary angst come from? Buffy rerun tonight. Maybe I'll finally be able to finish Anna and the King. 11:20. Forty minutes to go. Gee, I wrote all that in twenty minutes. Hey, is that my pager going off? No. I've got to remember to put my cell phone back in my purse or Calvin will freak out the next time he tries to get ahold of me on it. I wonder why "ahold" isn't a proper word. It gets caught every time I use the spell check. So do a lot of other words, but I ignore it. I ain't about no proper english crap, not me. I wonder if I should update my Bio. I wonder if I should do that yearly. Does enough change about me in a year to warrant it? I should probably plan some big ~Snerkology~ 100th Episode Extravaganza when the time comes, but I have no idea what to do. Ooh! Somebody made popcorn! And they're not sharing. The rat-bastard, whoever it is. Damn, I'm hungry. I love that picture of Calvin and I. I really ought to scan it in and share the love. I ought to change the pictures on my main page, too. I do it whenever I get the whim. Maybe I should try to take some decorative pictures of my own. I've been lazy about the camera lately. And that's bad. I should be documenting every day. I ought to start using the normal-gotta-get-the-film-developed camera more, too, and add to the box of pictures we've collected. For posterity and all that. It's cozier to sit down with a box of glossies, rather than point and click your way through an archive CD of digital photos. Ooh. I want to remember to get firewood today. And I need to get my damned debit card looked into. What a pain in the ass it was to be stranded at the grocery story last night with $120 worth of groceries and a debit card that wouldn't work. Calvin was such a good sport to drive his card over to me. He didn't even complain, sick as he was. He's got the cutest chicken hair thing going on while he's sick at home. I so totally know what he looked like as a little boy. Adorable. There's my boss' voice again. It grates on me. I used to think he was a nice guy, before I started working for him. Now he just seems fake and shallow. And I hope to God nobody from work ever reads this site. Could I be fired for that statement, I wonder? It's just my opinion. It's not like I'm trying to cause dissent or anything. I keep my opinions to myself. Or, well, I guess I don't, now, do I? Why do I always spell accommodate wrong? Always. Thank God for spell check. I used to spell restaurant wrong all the time, too, but then all of a sudden it just clicked. My uncle used to tease me about it. He says my mom had a hard time with that word, too. Huh. Another e-mail. Yack. Don't write in a combination of blue and red. Thursday is going to suck so bad. Back to back meetings all day long, including through lunch. I'm actually more productive at work when I know I'm only going to work for a half day. Maybe when I work a full day it's always the thought of "Oh, I've got plenty of time. I'll do it after this meeting. I'll do it after lunch. I'll do it after I pick up Marie. Oops, it's 5:00. I'll do it tomorrow." But I got a lot of shit done today. I am a working machine. 11:30 and counting. My watch's time is exactly in sync with my computer's time, and I didn't even do it on purpose. What a weird entry this is. I'll have to stop to give myself enough time to update the archive file and the index file. I wonder if I should do a redesign? A lot of other folks are redesigning their sites lately, it seems. But this works for me. I wonder if it's boring. It was pretty much my first attempt, and computer oriented things aren't supposed to "work" on the first attempt. Whatever. I'm not going to worry about it. At least, not right now. Let's take a look at this thing in Browse and see how it's shaping up. I love Homesite. I'll have to remember to dig up the disks in the garage so I can reload it on my laptop after my Windows 2000 migration. Yack. It better not screw me up or I'll be pissed. I'd better make a list of all the other programs I'll have to reload, and back up the files on my C drive so I don't lose 'em. They'd better not lose my bookmarks or I'll be pissed. I said that above, didn't I? I just have so many bookmarks that I'd never be able to recreate the list again. I wonder where the "favorites" file is saved? If it's on my network drive I'm safe. No, of course it's not on my network drive. It must be on my C drive somewhere. Duh, Laura. Okay, I'm gonna wrap this up so I can do the other administrative stuff involved with posting a new entry. Gee, this was fun, wasn't it? End stream of consciousness |