C'est Bizarre . . .
. . . to have my entries be spaced so far apart, the way they have been recently. I have friends upbraiding me right and left for not emailing them fast enough these days. 43-hour weeks suck!
I hereby promise to myself that I shall never, ever, ever again work more than thirty hours per week when the work is not pleasurable. Times of extreme debt are, of course, excluded from this promise.
Here's my usual workday: wake up, eat something, throw foodlike items in a lunchbag (often assisted by the lovely Julius) rub my eyes until they're open enough to drive, get to work, do dull drudgery and try to keep my sanity for the long, slow day, go home, do one relaxing thing, eat dinner (often created by the lovely Julius), cuddle Julius, sleep like a dead baby.
Because I'm not internet-connected at work, the best I can usually do is read email daily or bi-daily. I barely respond to anything. Which is too bad, because I think I've let some good things drop. Hanging out with friends and such.
I'm tired right now. Yeah, it's summer, and I'm tired. I'm MANIC and I'm tired.
I just got back from Baltimore. Lovely city, but really not worth the 16-hour (roundtrip) drive. On the way back, Julius gave me a taste of what it must be like to have your annoying brother stuck in the car with you.
I hereby promise to never have kids. Or if I do, to never have more than one.
All of the sometimes lonely periods in me and Julius' childhoods sound far less miserable than even one long car trip with a sibling. My brother doesn't count, 'cause we've never really been around each other long enough to get on each others' nerves. We're very different people, but we haven't lived together enough (he left home when I was 4) to develop a proper rivalry. Oh, I'm not all that happy that he consulted on two books right after college, when all I did was fuck around with a lame factory job and live at home. But that's not the same as an active rivalry.
Anyway, I'm mostly annoyed at myself for letting another weekend go by without doing any hard exercise. I think I'll go nibble on some yummy Zabar's things and go swim in Otto's pool. Maybe give him his Baltimore souvenir, if I don't turn my self-annoyance at him.
Moonshadow did just fine during his four days of solitude. We had a friend come by and give him some food and water. He happily aquiesced to being picked up as soon as we returned: I know he missed us. I sure missed him. At the American Museum of Visionary Art, I saw a surreal painting with a rabbit in it. I had a quick and painful bout of Moonshadow-missing, but Andrew assured me he was doing just fine. And he was! He likes hiding behind the stove, but we'll have to chicken-wire that off to make sure he doesn't chew on the gas line. Maybe I'll take him outside for a little while before I go away to Otto's. I love to watch Moonshadow dig in the old leaves and put his chin on the plant stems to mark them as his.
I hereby promise to myself that I shall never, ever, ever again work more than thirty hours per week when the work is not pleasurable. Times of extreme debt are, of course, excluded from this promise.
Here's my usual workday: wake up, eat something, throw foodlike items in a lunchbag (often assisted by the lovely Julius) rub my eyes until they're open enough to drive, get to work, do dull drudgery and try to keep my sanity for the long, slow day, go home, do one relaxing thing, eat dinner (often created by the lovely Julius), cuddle Julius, sleep like a dead baby.
Because I'm not internet-connected at work, the best I can usually do is read email daily or bi-daily. I barely respond to anything. Which is too bad, because I think I've let some good things drop. Hanging out with friends and such.
I'm tired right now. Yeah, it's summer, and I'm tired. I'm MANIC and I'm tired.
I just got back from Baltimore. Lovely city, but really not worth the 16-hour (roundtrip) drive. On the way back, Julius gave me a taste of what it must be like to have your annoying brother stuck in the car with you.
I hereby promise to never have kids. Or if I do, to never have more than one.
All of the sometimes lonely periods in me and Julius' childhoods sound far less miserable than even one long car trip with a sibling. My brother doesn't count, 'cause we've never really been around each other long enough to get on each others' nerves. We're very different people, but we haven't lived together enough (he left home when I was 4) to develop a proper rivalry. Oh, I'm not all that happy that he consulted on two books right after college, when all I did was fuck around with a lame factory job and live at home. But that's not the same as an active rivalry.
Anyway, I'm mostly annoyed at myself for letting another weekend go by without doing any hard exercise. I think I'll go nibble on some yummy Zabar's things and go swim in Otto's pool. Maybe give him his Baltimore souvenir, if I don't turn my self-annoyance at him.
Moonshadow did just fine during his four days of solitude. We had a friend come by and give him some food and water. He happily aquiesced to being picked up as soon as we returned: I know he missed us. I sure missed him. At the American Museum of Visionary Art, I saw a surreal painting with a rabbit in it. I had a quick and painful bout of Moonshadow-missing, but Andrew assured me he was doing just fine. And he was! He likes hiding behind the stove, but we'll have to chicken-wire that off to make sure he doesn't chew on the gas line. Maybe I'll take him outside for a little while before I go away to Otto's. I love to watch Moonshadow dig in the old leaves and put his chin on the plant stems to mark them as his.