Life.
I keep planning to sit down and give a big huge update to my loyal readers who have, no doubt, been chomping at the virtual bit for the latest in my life. But I keep not doing it. *shrug*
Here's a really quick update, to tide you over.
Married life is fucking great. Seriously, best decision ... ever.
The new job is meh. Today, for example, I did about an hour's worth of work, then sat and fucked around online. Which isn't a bad thing, but I don't like doing it at work. I feel like I'm stealing.
My head feels explosive. I wanna pluck an eyeball out because I can feel it pulsating behind my lid. On the plus side, I could save money on a Halloween costume.
I asked the boss if I could come as "Steve from September 2006" and either wear Red Bull clothes or my factory clothes or something besides the shirt+tie that I wear here ... even t-shirt and jeans would be sick ... he shot it down. :\
Here's a really quick update, to tide you over.
Married life is fucking great. Seriously, best decision ... ever.
The new job is meh. Today, for example, I did about an hour's worth of work, then sat and fucked around online. Which isn't a bad thing, but I don't like doing it at work. I feel like I'm stealing.
My head feels explosive. I wanna pluck an eyeball out because I can feel it pulsating behind my lid. On the plus side, I could save money on a Halloween costume.
I asked the boss if I could come as "Steve from September 2006" and either wear Red Bull clothes or my factory clothes or something besides the shirt+tie that I wear here ... even t-shirt and jeans would be sick ... he shot it down. :\