Refusing to Be Interesting
Well, it's Friday. At long last. This has been a very hard week, on a psychological level. The good news is that my whiny mode came to a head and I wrote that private entry I've been threatening. The bad news is that the catalyst and subject matter of that entry opened an all-new can of worms that I'm not yet ready to discuss in a more public forum. Suffice it to say that there may be some major changes on the horizon. Scary thought, that.
In less cryptic news, there is no real news. Things at work have been calm enough. I don't have a life to speak of. Watched a little TV (via Hulu and Netflix). Spent a lot of time staring at walls and examining things internally.
Oh, I finished The Hunger Games at some point toward the end of July (I think last week -- I'd have to check GoodReads to be sure). I loved it. As threatened, I'm now reading Fablehaven, which I'm liking, but not as much as I hoped. I'm a little more than halfway through it. Must be a short book, because I just started it eight days ago. (Hmm... GR says I'm at page 202.)
Liked Cowboys & Aliens, but it had so much of the western genre in it that I didn't love it. Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford were both awesome, of course, and the aliens were fun. It was a pretty intense PG-13. Lazy-t and I recorded Spoiler Alert for it, although I have no idea when I will finally get around to getting that (and the rest of the backlog before it) released. I suck.
Speaking of suckage, I have made no progress on the Reunion Special, either.
I think that's about it for this entry. I know, it's a short one. I just don't have the words or energy to go on at length about nothing today. I'll talk to you soon, Dear Journal.