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Preliminary: I don't really feel like being online now. I notice I don't miss it very much, not because I don't give a shit about you guys or because I suddenly h8 teh Int0rbuttz, but because I tend to self-anaesthetize with the Internet and it's not good for me to do that, and right now I just don't really want to be doing things online. I am sure everybody can suck it up and deal.
Below, plz find some Fun and Exciting Adventures (by which I mean nothing of the kind) that have happened.
+ The leaves have started to turn, and they glow gold and red in our neighborhood. It tends to get grey and rainy about now in southern Indiana, and with the black trunks and the bright leaves, they look like bursts of fire as you rattle up the highway towards, f'rinstance, Bloomington.
+ I had my performance review, meet Lol-Mart's expectations, and am presumably allowed to keep my job unless I have an attack of the stupids and bork it beyond all human reckoning.
+ Speaking of Lol-Mart, this month will be my third there. If I can stick it out until February, if it comes to that, I can be a USING BITCH and use them to transfer back to Bloomington, which honestly is about all they're good for. OH YES.
+ I am scheduled to work on Thanksgiving Day. Retail hours be fucked, this is not cool. It will change.
+ I still don't have another job on the horizon, which is not helped by the fact that we have canceled our subscription to the paper (the only time either of us manages to read it is on Sunday, and during the week it just piles up and gets thrown away unread, so we were wasting some money there). Also, the Evansville rag's job site is an ordeal to search.
+ I broke one of my cardinal rules, viz. "Do not read self-help books because they are all written for a target audience of total w33ns." Apparently I've become a total w33n in my old age. I figure if the worst comes to the worst, I'm only out about $0.97, which is what I spent on the notebook in which I'm, uh, working on myself. The actual books were checked out of the library.
+ The lolmom's birthday was yesterday, so we had the Tin Fish for dinner (fish and chips, nom nom nom) and I made her a cake. :9 It seems to have been a good day for her, which was important (she took yesterday and today off, and Wednesday was pretty bad).
+ I have got it into my head that I am not going to be happy until I have an awesome pair of pajama pants with a cloud pattern. These awesome pants do not appear to exist in real life, at least not in my size, and so I have decided to make them, assuming I can ever afford the cost of the fabric. Random fun fact: I don't know how to sew.
+ I am also not going to be happy until I finish this goddamn poem I'm trying to write. Random fun fact: I pretty much stopped writing poetry in my late teens/early twenties because I'm not much of a poet, even though modern poetry often does away with meter and rhyme. I'm not comfortable with the Judaic references but I think they need to be there. I'm not comfortable with removing the classical references but I think they need to come out. AFDLSJF;ASLJDFASDFA;SLDJFAS;D. (It is really important that the poem work as a poem because I would like to sell it. Or, failing that, to at least be done with it so somebody can find it in my papers when I die.)
+ The counseling is working in that I feel better, but I suspect that long-term we're not really a good fit for each other.
+ Y'know, Buddhism is really starting to appeal to me in that it has a strong ethical foundation but doesn't postulate the existence of, or require a belief in, a God. I keep meaning to go sit with the Buddhists. I keep not doing it.
+ H wrote, unprompted, when I wanted him to do so more than anything in the world. Hurrah.
Okay, I'm off. I'll be back if and when I feel like it. Efforts will be made to catch up with old comments.
Below, plz find some Fun and Exciting Adventures (by which I mean nothing of the kind) that have happened.
+ The leaves have started to turn, and they glow gold and red in our neighborhood. It tends to get grey and rainy about now in southern Indiana, and with the black trunks and the bright leaves, they look like bursts of fire as you rattle up the highway towards, f'rinstance, Bloomington.
+ I had my performance review, meet Lol-Mart's expectations, and am presumably allowed to keep my job unless I have an attack of the stupids and bork it beyond all human reckoning.
+ Speaking of Lol-Mart, this month will be my third there. If I can stick it out until February, if it comes to that, I can be a USING BITCH and use them to transfer back to Bloomington, which honestly is about all they're good for. OH YES.
+ I am scheduled to work on Thanksgiving Day. Retail hours be fucked, this is not cool. It will change.
+ I still don't have another job on the horizon, which is not helped by the fact that we have canceled our subscription to the paper (the only time either of us manages to read it is on Sunday, and during the week it just piles up and gets thrown away unread, so we were wasting some money there). Also, the Evansville rag's job site is an ordeal to search.
+ I broke one of my cardinal rules, viz. "Do not read self-help books because they are all written for a target audience of total w33ns." Apparently I've become a total w33n in my old age. I figure if the worst comes to the worst, I'm only out about $0.97, which is what I spent on the notebook in which I'm, uh, working on myself. The actual books were checked out of the library.
+ The lolmom's birthday was yesterday, so we had the Tin Fish for dinner (fish and chips, nom nom nom) and I made her a cake. :9 It seems to have been a good day for her, which was important (she took yesterday and today off, and Wednesday was pretty bad).
+ I have got it into my head that I am not going to be happy until I have an awesome pair of pajama pants with a cloud pattern. These awesome pants do not appear to exist in real life, at least not in my size, and so I have decided to make them, assuming I can ever afford the cost of the fabric. Random fun fact: I don't know how to sew.
+ I am also not going to be happy until I finish this goddamn poem I'm trying to write. Random fun fact: I pretty much stopped writing poetry in my late teens/early twenties because I'm not much of a poet, even though modern poetry often does away with meter and rhyme. I'm not comfortable with the Judaic references but I think they need to be there. I'm not comfortable with removing the classical references but I think they need to come out. AFDLSJF;ASLJDFASDFA;SLDJFAS;D. (It is really important that the poem work as a poem because I would like to sell it. Or, failing that, to at least be done with it so somebody can find it in my papers when I die.)
+ The counseling is working in that I feel better, but I suspect that long-term we're not really a good fit for each other.
+ Y'know, Buddhism is really starting to appeal to me in that it has a strong ethical foundation but doesn't postulate the existence of, or require a belief in, a God. I keep meaning to go sit with the Buddhists. I keep not doing it.
+ H wrote, unprompted, when I wanted him to do so more than anything in the world. Hurrah.
Okay, I'm off. I'll be back if and when I feel like it. Efforts will be made to catch up with old comments.