Another day at work alright...
I need to start writing these things when I am not at work. Just to get some positive feelings under the "mood" part. Or just start leaving the mood part out, because god knows it's not varying that much as things are now. Blasted work.
Two days left after this one. That's ok. Summer classes start tomorrow evening. In August. I have classes my remaining three weekends up in the bible belt. Just as well, have to stay off the bottle for a while, just to save up some money. The monitor I want (and by want I mean crave in the uttermost carnal way) is gonna dig a deep hole in my wallet.
And after less than three weeks.. I am home again. Joy of joys.
Moved into the new apartment on Friday. Didn't know that I owned that much stuff. Mostly books though. Very little furniture. Maybe I can stack up the books somehow and use as tables and chairs? Don't think there's that much room for it in the apartment though, since it was kinda small, yet managed to look rather roomy. I've made a promise to myself to become Turku's answer for "ugly naked guy". I got the body for it, damnit. I can flaunt around, curtaines pushed aside, inside my first floor apartment and scare the beejeezus out of the hotel guests that ought to be able to see me, since this somewhat-classy hotel is pretty much right outside my window.
It's a funny neighbourhood that way. First it's the student "ghettos", filled with washed away "We'll never ever graduate" university students and then a graveyard, a church, and this conference/spa/"we don't rent out rooms by the hour"-hotel border on it. And there I am. Just another freak in the freak Kingdom.
I also need to be able to write these things without every time bringing out atleast one quote from the great HST. Damn that man.
It's almost 4 pm. Library closes at 7 pm. Gawd. Three more hours of staring into the wall and trying to ignore the pain. The pain!
Two days left after this one. That's ok. Summer classes start tomorrow evening. In August. I have classes my remaining three weekends up in the bible belt. Just as well, have to stay off the bottle for a while, just to save up some money. The monitor I want (and by want I mean crave in the uttermost carnal way) is gonna dig a deep hole in my wallet.
And after less than three weeks.. I am home again. Joy of joys.
Moved into the new apartment on Friday. Didn't know that I owned that much stuff. Mostly books though. Very little furniture. Maybe I can stack up the books somehow and use as tables and chairs? Don't think there's that much room for it in the apartment though, since it was kinda small, yet managed to look rather roomy. I've made a promise to myself to become Turku's answer for "ugly naked guy". I got the body for it, damnit. I can flaunt around, curtaines pushed aside, inside my first floor apartment and scare the beejeezus out of the hotel guests that ought to be able to see me, since this somewhat-classy hotel is pretty much right outside my window.
It's a funny neighbourhood that way. First it's the student "ghettos", filled with washed away "We'll never ever graduate" university students and then a graveyard, a church, and this conference/spa/"we don't rent out rooms by the hour"-hotel border on it. And there I am. Just another freak in the freak Kingdom.
I also need to be able to write these things without every time bringing out atleast one quote from the great HST. Damn that man.
It's almost 4 pm. Library closes at 7 pm. Gawd. Three more hours of staring into the wall and trying to ignore the pain. The pain!