Return Of Hell Week
(edited at 08:32)
Another lunch post from work... there will probably be rather a few of them this week, since I won't have a lot of time at home and awake to make posts.
Got (in)decently drunk last night... coke blak and rum is actually quite a good combo, somewhat surprisingly. Was fun, but I kind of got bored toward the end of the night, and ended up falling asleep halfway through watching The Last Starfighter.
Managed to finally get that massive pile of laundry taken care of, at last. With some luck, I should manage to tick off a few more items from my to-do list this morning before I pass out... namely washing the massive pile of dishes, cleaning the bathroom, and several other miscellaneous things that I've been putting off for various reasons.
I'm also thinking that I might have to bow out of George's engagement celebration on Wednesday night, since I doubt that I'd be able to get anything on my to-do list done either before (or after) that.
I really need to make that phone call to inquire about that apartment that I've heard is for rent. It'd really make my life a hell of a lot easier to have a one bedroom place instead of a studio... ideally, I'd love my own small house, but I don't make enough money to ever be able to afford anything other than a mobile home, and that's hardly much of an improvement over an apartment. Ah well. I'll call tomorrow morning, as I also need to mail the rent check then.
These earbuds are really starting hurt the living hell out of my ears. I hope pyrophin hurries up and mails me back my good headphones, or I may actually have to buy another pair.
Funny, it just came to me in a flash of insight how I came to leave them there in the first place: I offered to let Ben use them with his computer before going to bed one night, and never stuffed them back into my work bag after that.
So much to do this week, and so little time to rest. I don't know why, but I used to be able to take the hellish hours at work with a grain of salt and grin and bear it... but the prospect of the return to the year-end holiday tradition of 7-day 70 hour workweeks gives me much more pause than it ever used to. Maybe I'm just getting old? Tired of the frustration associated with slaving away for the bullseye? Maybe all that, who knows?
I do know that as of late I've been thinking again along the lines of making a major change in my working life... perhaps a new job, maybe pursuing higher education (if I could find a way to stay far the fuck away from math) I dunno, I just have that restless feeling again.
Another lunch post from work... there will probably be rather a few of them this week, since I won't have a lot of time at home and awake to make posts.
Got (in)decently drunk last night... coke blak and rum is actually quite a good combo, somewhat surprisingly. Was fun, but I kind of got bored toward the end of the night, and ended up falling asleep halfway through watching The Last Starfighter.
Managed to finally get that massive pile of laundry taken care of, at last. With some luck, I should manage to tick off a few more items from my to-do list this morning before I pass out... namely washing the massive pile of dishes, cleaning the bathroom, and several other miscellaneous things that I've been putting off for various reasons.
I'm also thinking that I might have to bow out of George's engagement celebration on Wednesday night, since I doubt that I'd be able to get anything on my to-do list done either before (or after) that.
I really need to make that phone call to inquire about that apartment that I've heard is for rent. It'd really make my life a hell of a lot easier to have a one bedroom place instead of a studio... ideally, I'd love my own small house, but I don't make enough money to ever be able to afford anything other than a mobile home, and that's hardly much of an improvement over an apartment. Ah well. I'll call tomorrow morning, as I also need to mail the rent check then.
These earbuds are really starting hurt the living hell out of my ears. I hope pyrophin hurries up and mails me back my good headphones, or I may actually have to buy another pair.
Funny, it just came to me in a flash of insight how I came to leave them there in the first place: I offered to let Ben use them with his computer before going to bed one night, and never stuffed them back into my work bag after that.
So much to do this week, and so little time to rest. I don't know why, but I used to be able to take the hellish hours at work with a grain of salt and grin and bear it... but the prospect of the return to the year-end holiday tradition of 7-day 70 hour workweeks gives me much more pause than it ever used to. Maybe I'm just getting old? Tired of the frustration associated with slaving away for the bullseye? Maybe all that, who knows?
I do know that as of late I've been thinking again along the lines of making a major change in my working life... perhaps a new job, maybe pursuing higher education (if I could find a way to stay far the fuck away from math) I dunno, I just have that restless feeling again.