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January's Storyteller topic is up!
Momentary Thought
I really, really want to retire.
High/Low
High: Finances are completely in order! First time in my life I don't have to stress about it!
Low: The holiday vacation is over, and I'm once again composing entries from my desk at work. Even the keyboard feels weird.
Current Obsession
Finding the *exact* neon/lighted pictures to put in the game room. Also, getting my sister out here for a visit.
Grin Source
Dawn has updated, finally.
Singing
When I was a young boy,
said put away those young boy ways.
Now that I'm gettin' older, so much older
I long for those young boy days
John Mellencamp - "Hurt So Good"
A Year Ago
More or less
We went to a Journey concert, and had pigs in a blanket at 2:00 in the morning.
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I'm having the hardest time getting back into the swing of things at work. I've basically been off since the 21st of December (I say "basically" because I came in for a half day on the 27th, and for about two nanoseconds on the 28th). People are asking me to do things, and I've found that I forget how. People are looking for information and statuses on projects, and I'm finding the details to be fuzzy in my mind, like the recollection of a book I read years ago.
I've spent the morning intermingling e-mail exchanges with co-workers with updating the website and balancing my checkbook. There are thirteen million and twelve work-related things I need to be doing (not the least of which is a project timeline for the program I re-inherited). All I can think about is how much more fun being retired would be if I could start it at, say, twenty-seven-and-a-half.
I just had the best holiday vacation. Everyone got along with everyone, all presents went over well, and I spent a ton of quality time with Calvin. We went out to eat and partied, window shopped and went to the car show. I got just enough of a taste of a life of leasure to completely regret (hell, resent!) having to come back to work.
We're swapping out our living room and game room, putting the pool table in the larger room to accommodate *playing* the darn thing. With the living room in an area that has *walls*, we can now put up the surround sound properly. Calvin and I picked out some decorative things to put along the plant shelves in the soon-to-be Game Room, and we placed an order for a pub table to put in the corner. We meant to paint the trim on the house and didn't. We meant to fix Marie's running toilet and didn't. But the floor got mopped not once, not twice, but *three* times, and the laundry is done.
Good enough.
All day yesterday I layed about in my PJ's. Didn't get dressed at all. I watched TV, watched movies ("Bridget Jones' Diary", which was quite good, plus the tearful second half of "Little Women"), read a book, and surfed the web (when I could wrest the computer away from Michael and Calvin and their games). I think my metabolism slowed to "hibernation" mode, as a result. I was more tired than usual getting out of bed this morning, even though I did *nothing* physically exerting yesterday. My brain is acting like it has a slow connection - thoughts are slow to come, reactions are slow to follow.
This brain of mine had better wake up soon, because school starts for me again in February. I've left it long enough, it's time to get it over with. February is a Philosophy class, then April starts Financial Accounting, followed by Managerial Accounting in June, and Economics in August. Can you imagine a more boring lineup? This summer is going to be fun. Each class is two months long, going every Monday night from 6:00-10:00 p.m. I could stagger them, starting a new class each month and doubling up, but I'm not in that much of a hurry. Yes, I want to get this degree done with, and at the rate I'm going right now it'll take me until I'm thirty. But I can't imagine spending two nights away from home a week, every week, plus all the accompanying homework. I know lots of people do it, and I'm a pansy for *not* doing it, but I just don't want to.
So there. Nyah.
Okay. I simply *have* to get some work done. I am the queen of abrupt endings. Go write for Storyteller. Go read Dawn. Or else talk amongst yourselves. Smoke 'em if you got 'em, that kind of thing.
Catch ya later!