"Everyone - Get In The Fire!"
Ah, how surreal my current employment situation has become...I find myself in the middle of all of this responsibility, and with very little ability or inclination for it. And yet...somehow it all continues to run smoothly. And Mondays, I'm completely alone in the office all day. So I sit here, by myself, waiting for the day to be over, listening to music, or "surfing the net", and taking too many cigarette breaks than my conscious can handle (I'm getting paid for this?), and praying that the phone doesn't ring (over the years I have learned to loathe customer service, even though it's what I excel at, work-wise). Sometimes I leave here foggy-headed, like I'm not even sure if I actually the the spent here. Like I said...surreal.
...my Sunday was an interesting one. Spent the early morning wishing I had the power to stop time (like Edie from "Out Of This World", if I could just touch my index fingers together...), so that I could stay in bed with *M* forever. Then, after a painful goodbye, I spent a few hours at work (slave to the Man, is I), and trying to wish my mum a Happy Mother's Day, but to no avail, as she spent the afternoon celebrating at the local casinos (my family - a classy bunch).
That evening my uber-cool neighbors were having a get-together, and my dear lady was off playing Florence Nightengale for her sick puddytat (poor thing...), so I proceeded to spend the evening getting properly loaded with some very cool people. Unfortunately, as the night wore on, I became increasingly increasingly despondent from the lack of my Love's presence. I'm quite sure I became a nusiance to fellow partygoers, since I couldn't be stopped from speaking incessantly of her, and of the rare gift I've been handed.
After a quick stop to the bar (for free drinks), I went home without saying goodbye, and ended up passing out in my bed, beer still in hand (thankfully it was mostly empty).
What can I say? I'm so far down the well, I can't even see the top. And it is ex-cellent.
I will make it to my hosts up next time, for the Fishstick-Eating contest they are hosting next week.
Okay - must run....I must catch up with my twin, and then hurry home. Hope everyone is well!
...my Sunday was an interesting one. Spent the early morning wishing I had the power to stop time (like Edie from "Out Of This World", if I could just touch my index fingers together...), so that I could stay in bed with *M* forever. Then, after a painful goodbye, I spent a few hours at work (slave to the Man, is I), and trying to wish my mum a Happy Mother's Day, but to no avail, as she spent the afternoon celebrating at the local casinos (my family - a classy bunch).
That evening my uber-cool neighbors were having a get-together, and my dear lady was off playing Florence Nightengale for her sick puddytat (poor thing...), so I proceeded to spend the evening getting properly loaded with some very cool people. Unfortunately, as the night wore on, I became increasingly increasingly despondent from the lack of my Love's presence. I'm quite sure I became a nusiance to fellow partygoers, since I couldn't be stopped from speaking incessantly of her, and of the rare gift I've been handed.
After a quick stop to the bar (for free drinks), I went home without saying goodbye, and ended up passing out in my bed, beer still in hand (thankfully it was mostly empty).
What can I say? I'm so far down the well, I can't even see the top. And it is ex-cellent.
I will make it to my hosts up next time, for the Fishstick-Eating contest they are hosting next week.
Okay - must run....I must catch up with my twin, and then hurry home. Hope everyone is well!