Here there be a tag.
I re-learned how to do an lj-cut. Go me.
I've been thinking of switching to Livejournal. Almost everyone whose blog I read regularly seems to be on it, so I'm thinking maybe I should, too. It'd mean I could do little links and customize my blog and change the colour scheme. Maybe even have a picture up. But then I'd feel a bit like I was just doing it because everyone else was, and I'd feel like I was abandoning this blog, so I'm not sure really.
I wish the New York trip had been longer. It was about the right length, for what it was, but I find myself wishing at the moment that it could have been something different, and thus longer. Still, I behaved myself, I got tired, and I manged to survive socially (just about) and got myself a new hat. Maybe I should be thankful for what it was and leave it at that.
I seem to be complaining this evening. My dad just read something in the paper about a ten-year-old girl and her mother being killed on safari, while the dad was present. Poor bloke had to take them both home (to our home town, no less) and sort out the funeral. I should be grateful for what I have, really.
I need to write more, though. My brain was swishing around earlier like a bad load of laundry, and I was having the same type of thoughts I had last summer, the same type of thoughts I have on a semi-regular basis when I don't keep my consciousness cleaned out and everything that needs to be out, out, either on paper or typed onto a screen.
Annnd, I might as well complain about work, while I'm here. It seems trivial now but It Must Be Blogged! Well, it kind of must be. It might be an idea, anyway. I had email confirmation that I had a shift to work yesterday. I turned up, on time and in uniform, to be told that no, I wasn't needed after all. I phoned my agency person, left a message, and she left a message back saying that, as the shift had been confirmed a few weeks ago, the absence of a text confirmation the day before should have informed me that I wasn't needed after all. Right. I'm not complaining, exactly, but I could have done with the money and it made things worse to have to walk back past a lot of rather nice charity shops, the stuff in which I'm at the point of not being able to afford because of lack of shifts available lately. But I'm not complaining.
I've been thinking of switching to Livejournal. Almost everyone whose blog I read regularly seems to be on it, so I'm thinking maybe I should, too. It'd mean I could do little links and customize my blog and change the colour scheme. Maybe even have a picture up. But then I'd feel a bit like I was just doing it because everyone else was, and I'd feel like I was abandoning this blog, so I'm not sure really.
I wish the New York trip had been longer. It was about the right length, for what it was, but I find myself wishing at the moment that it could have been something different, and thus longer. Still, I behaved myself, I got tired, and I manged to survive socially (just about) and got myself a new hat. Maybe I should be thankful for what it was and leave it at that.
I seem to be complaining this evening. My dad just read something in the paper about a ten-year-old girl and her mother being killed on safari, while the dad was present. Poor bloke had to take them both home (to our home town, no less) and sort out the funeral. I should be grateful for what I have, really.
I need to write more, though. My brain was swishing around earlier like a bad load of laundry, and I was having the same type of thoughts I had last summer, the same type of thoughts I have on a semi-regular basis when I don't keep my consciousness cleaned out and everything that needs to be out, out, either on paper or typed onto a screen.
Annnd, I might as well complain about work, while I'm here. It seems trivial now but It Must Be Blogged! Well, it kind of must be. It might be an idea, anyway. I had email confirmation that I had a shift to work yesterday. I turned up, on time and in uniform, to be told that no, I wasn't needed after all. I phoned my agency person, left a message, and she left a message back saying that, as the shift had been confirmed a few weeks ago, the absence of a text confirmation the day before should have informed me that I wasn't needed after all. Right. I'm not complaining, exactly, but I could have done with the money and it made things worse to have to walk back past a lot of rather nice charity shops, the stuff in which I'm at the point of not being able to afford because of lack of shifts available lately. But I'm not complaining.