Seasons change.
Last night was supposed to be filled with drunken debauchery but dwindled into lushy sullen silence instead. It was about time for a rumble anyway. I'd just been thinking earlier that night that it'd been a while. Whatever.
At work and pissy. Hooray period! Thank you for my monthly mess.
Mosaicing was a fun idea that fell by the wayside when the tile pieces wouldn't stick to the mortar. I now have a cabinet full of broken things and things waiting to be broken, all sorts of mosaicing tools, and a 25 pound box of mortar. I think I should give it another shot.
The question of what to eat is becoming more and more of a hassle. Everytime I don't bring my lunch I spend hours debating on what to eat. Someone should just FEED ME. Where the hell is my personal chef?
Another vacation would be nice. Where would I go? To the beach (to the Stina!), to the mountains, to the nowhere.
Been pretty good about going to the gym. I'm actually enjoying it-I go in and zone out with my headphones on while I work out. I also got rollarblades! Super excellent. And knee, elbow and wrist pads/guards, which are more irritating then helpful. Except the wrist guards. Those are grand.
Isn't it time to GO? These times are few and far between. I'm always somewhere I don't want to be.
Haven't heard from Tracie in a while. I hope she's not dead.
I realized the other day as I was filling out a new calender that not only do I write down people's birthdays, I also mark the day they die. It only now struck me as a curious thing to do. Is it weird? I never thought of it as such, just something to remember.
I AM DISCONTENT.
At work and pissy. Hooray period! Thank you for my monthly mess.
Mosaicing was a fun idea that fell by the wayside when the tile pieces wouldn't stick to the mortar. I now have a cabinet full of broken things and things waiting to be broken, all sorts of mosaicing tools, and a 25 pound box of mortar. I think I should give it another shot.
The question of what to eat is becoming more and more of a hassle. Everytime I don't bring my lunch I spend hours debating on what to eat. Someone should just FEED ME. Where the hell is my personal chef?
Another vacation would be nice. Where would I go? To the beach (to the Stina!), to the mountains, to the nowhere.
Been pretty good about going to the gym. I'm actually enjoying it-I go in and zone out with my headphones on while I work out. I also got rollarblades! Super excellent. And knee, elbow and wrist pads/guards, which are more irritating then helpful. Except the wrist guards. Those are grand.
Isn't it time to GO? These times are few and far between. I'm always somewhere I don't want to be.
Haven't heard from Tracie in a while. I hope she's not dead.
I realized the other day as I was filling out a new calender that not only do I write down people's birthdays, I also mark the day they die. It only now struck me as a curious thing to do. Is it weird? I never thought of it as such, just something to remember.
I AM DISCONTENT.