Moving along.
Yesterday I had no desire to do much of anything but curl up into a tight little ball and go to sleep. I woke up feeling sore and crappy at something like 7:30, which gave me a few hours before work to really settle into the soreness and crappiness that had crept into my body. I think some of it is that I stopped working out after I went back to work a few weeks ago and it's starting to take its toll on my mental state. I know I always feel better when I keep a regular workout schedule, so I began again a few days ago and skipped Tuesday. Not even FF:Tactics saved me from the shit at work, which fortunately has not cost me my job at this point.
Kim and I looked at a few houses Tuesday, which was all well and good except they were either shite or expensive. There were only three, but I'm starting to get the impression that unless we look for a solid month, we're not going to find something that makes us happy. I guess that means we should go ahead and just keep looking for a month, but I also feel a little psyched about getting my own place again. Having grown up with two (then four, then five, then six) siblings in a two bedroom house for most of my life, I don't have much of an issue sharing living space with others. Right now it's more of a desire to have my own place to fuck around with and kick people out of if I don't want them there. Kim and I both are starting to notice the basement is driving the cats nuts, too. Yakuza just keeps mewing and yelping when we're not around (and often when we are), and they both seem pretty bored with the tiny space they live in. Mafia also seems pretty interested in this whole "sunlight" thing that comes through the windows.
Haven't gotten much work done on my book since I went back to SBC. I'd like to say it's the evil corporate grind that's sucking out my soul, but I think it's more just that I've gotten lazy from being out those three weeks. Right now it's lookin like if we get the house I'll need to stay with that job for a while longer so we won't have some great issue paying bills or whatnot.
Anyway, I'm just rambling at this point. The whole house thing makes me feel amazingly tiny - I've never really had to deal with making such a huge financial commitment and all the crap involved is just a pain in the ass. It'd be nice if I could just say "Hi, I make a stupid amount of cash and I'd like that house." It's also that, well... it's a house. I mean, it's not a jail sentence, but I never intended to really stay in KC longer than I had to. I imagined that some day I'd make my way back, but... I guess it sort've feels like a trap in some respects. I look at Ian, who had all these great dreams and ambitions and blah blah blah and now he's got two kids and a wife and is looking for a house outside of where he's living because he has to think about where his kids are going to school. It just seems like a slippery slope of responsibility and commitment that I'm not 100% sure is going to be what I want. I'm about 99.9 here, but still.
In other news - Rob Bowman now thinks I'm important AEG staff since GenCon. Isn't that veird? Also, getting my Diamond boxes tomorrow. With my luck that mean I'll probably have stacks of foil and non-foil Elemental Dragons, Mad Ronin, and other assorted useless rares in about 24 hours. Given that I consider Wedge useless and it's awfully damn purty foiled, I hope that at least means I'll get a couple of those.
And now, your moment of IRC zen -
[00:25] * DMonster starts fucking... and something better get in his way!
Anjin-san off.
Kim and I looked at a few houses Tuesday, which was all well and good except they were either shite or expensive. There were only three, but I'm starting to get the impression that unless we look for a solid month, we're not going to find something that makes us happy. I guess that means we should go ahead and just keep looking for a month, but I also feel a little psyched about getting my own place again. Having grown up with two (then four, then five, then six) siblings in a two bedroom house for most of my life, I don't have much of an issue sharing living space with others. Right now it's more of a desire to have my own place to fuck around with and kick people out of if I don't want them there. Kim and I both are starting to notice the basement is driving the cats nuts, too. Yakuza just keeps mewing and yelping when we're not around (and often when we are), and they both seem pretty bored with the tiny space they live in. Mafia also seems pretty interested in this whole "sunlight" thing that comes through the windows.
Haven't gotten much work done on my book since I went back to SBC. I'd like to say it's the evil corporate grind that's sucking out my soul, but I think it's more just that I've gotten lazy from being out those three weeks. Right now it's lookin like if we get the house I'll need to stay with that job for a while longer so we won't have some great issue paying bills or whatnot.
Anyway, I'm just rambling at this point. The whole house thing makes me feel amazingly tiny - I've never really had to deal with making such a huge financial commitment and all the crap involved is just a pain in the ass. It'd be nice if I could just say "Hi, I make a stupid amount of cash and I'd like that house." It's also that, well... it's a house. I mean, it's not a jail sentence, but I never intended to really stay in KC longer than I had to. I imagined that some day I'd make my way back, but... I guess it sort've feels like a trap in some respects. I look at Ian, who had all these great dreams and ambitions and blah blah blah and now he's got two kids and a wife and is looking for a house outside of where he's living because he has to think about where his kids are going to school. It just seems like a slippery slope of responsibility and commitment that I'm not 100% sure is going to be what I want. I'm about 99.9 here, but still.
In other news - Rob Bowman now thinks I'm important AEG staff since GenCon. Isn't that veird? Also, getting my Diamond boxes tomorrow. With my luck that mean I'll probably have stacks of foil and non-foil Elemental Dragons, Mad Ronin, and other assorted useless rares in about 24 hours. Given that I consider Wedge useless and it's awfully damn purty foiled, I hope that at least means I'll get a couple of those.
And now, your moment of IRC zen -
[00:25] * DMonster starts fucking... and something better get in his way!
Anjin-san off.