It isn't even January yet people!
I hadn't really been into a retail establishment since before Christmas. And even then, it was only the grocery store or the gas station. So I wasn't quite prepared for seeing Valentine's day crap out already. I mean, COME ON! It isn't even January. *blargh*
Apparently the stupid people are still out and about post-holiday. I thought I was going to run some people over with my shopping card and my car. I mean get the fuck out of the way if you have nothing better to do than walk slower than fucking turtle on quaaludes. For fuck sake!
I need to stop at the grocery on the way home to pick up my blood pressure medication and I image that I will encounter more stupidity. I have been really bad about taking my blood pressure. I mean, I haven't taken it most of December. :( I'm suppose to go to the doctor on NYE morning and I have no real data on how I'm doing in this regard. *sigh* I guess I will take some over the next few days.
I still have no real clue what I'm going to do for NYE. A bottle of Asti and kitty snuggle sounds really good right about now. Partly b/c I know that I'm going to be a) up at the butt ass crack of dawn for the doctor's appt., b) go to work and c) no guarantee that I'm going get out of work early which means no nap/downtime. Not to mention I'm feeling particularly attractive these days. Plus I don't think I have anything to wear. :/ Maybe I will keep my eyes peeled over the next few days at the thrift stores to see if I can find anything. I know that staying home would save me money that I shouldn't be spending and be a hell of a lot safer than being on the roads with drunk ass people. I wouldn't mind seeing the fireworks in the Harbor but I wouldn't want to go down there by myself. Might get stabbed or something. If I go out at all I will probably split my time between the Depot and Grand Central. Anyone know of someone in need of a date for the evening? :P
I haven't really thought about what my New Year's Resolution will be. All I know is I want 2008 to be the year where everything turns around. The past three years have sucked so bad. I just want to work hard on myself and making my future from here on out a positive one. I may not be able to control life situations but certainly can work on how I react to them and on making better choices. Part of this process will take place in therapy. I look forward to getting to the bottom of some long, long, long standing issues. Also hope that 2008 will be a prosperous year--improving my financial security. Somewhere along the way, if I happened to met someone special or have more of a social life that would be nice too. I need to work on getting my FMS more manageable so that I feel like being social. I just know that I want this year to be better than the previous few years have been. PERIOD.
I finished the rough/final draft of reSearch. Now my project director and the principle investigator will review it. I always feel good after I finish. Like, I've really accomplished something. I really should work on some other things but the day is almost over and I'm worn out. I have Friday syndrome. One foot into the weekend and one foot still in the week. I have to admit that I was really dreading coming back to work after four days off. But so far, I have survived.
I've babbled on long enough... more later.
Apparently the stupid people are still out and about post-holiday. I thought I was going to run some people over with my shopping card and my car. I mean get the fuck out of the way if you have nothing better to do than walk slower than fucking turtle on quaaludes. For fuck sake!
I need to stop at the grocery on the way home to pick up my blood pressure medication and I image that I will encounter more stupidity. I have been really bad about taking my blood pressure. I mean, I haven't taken it most of December. :( I'm suppose to go to the doctor on NYE morning and I have no real data on how I'm doing in this regard. *sigh* I guess I will take some over the next few days.
I still have no real clue what I'm going to do for NYE. A bottle of Asti and kitty snuggle sounds really good right about now. Partly b/c I know that I'm going to be a) up at the butt ass crack of dawn for the doctor's appt., b) go to work and c) no guarantee that I'm going get out of work early which means no nap/downtime. Not to mention I'm feeling particularly attractive these days. Plus I don't think I have anything to wear. :/ Maybe I will keep my eyes peeled over the next few days at the thrift stores to see if I can find anything. I know that staying home would save me money that I shouldn't be spending and be a hell of a lot safer than being on the roads with drunk ass people. I wouldn't mind seeing the fireworks in the Harbor but I wouldn't want to go down there by myself. Might get stabbed or something. If I go out at all I will probably split my time between the Depot and Grand Central. Anyone know of someone in need of a date for the evening? :P
I haven't really thought about what my New Year's Resolution will be. All I know is I want 2008 to be the year where everything turns around. The past three years have sucked so bad. I just want to work hard on myself and making my future from here on out a positive one. I may not be able to control life situations but certainly can work on how I react to them and on making better choices. Part of this process will take place in therapy. I look forward to getting to the bottom of some long, long, long standing issues. Also hope that 2008 will be a prosperous year--improving my financial security. Somewhere along the way, if I happened to met someone special or have more of a social life that would be nice too. I need to work on getting my FMS more manageable so that I feel like being social. I just know that I want this year to be better than the previous few years have been. PERIOD.
I finished the rough/final draft of reSearch. Now my project director and the principle investigator will review it. I always feel good after I finish. Like, I've really accomplished something. I really should work on some other things but the day is almost over and I'm worn out. I have Friday syndrome. One foot into the weekend and one foot still in the week. I have to admit that I was really dreading coming back to work after four days off. But so far, I have survived.
I've babbled on long enough... more later.