Heh, it happens.
Just had "one of those days." No one died, nothing stolen...nothing really big at all. I feel like I've been swimming against the tide for hours. You ever had one of those times when you work, you plan for something, at the expense of time, favors, money...it's coming to fruition, and then WHOOSH. A big wave hits you and washes you back out to sea. Now don't get me too wrong, I've had a productive day. Dave is about to formally sign the lease to live here, so yay him, cats, and cheaper living. Also made an appointment for a dental consultation, since I'm now covered. Hopefully I'll have these damn wisdom teeth out by the end of the year. That aside, I feel accomplished, but this weight lowers onto me. It's really hard to smile and roll with it when you thought something was working, then all of a sudden it not only doesn't work, but has no immediately apparent ability to be regular again...*sigh* I'm only human, heh. No sense moping when you can do something about it, but that's how I feel at the moment, so LJ gets to be the supportive shoulder or something. It's especially trying since the way one of the situations (there are two, but only one of real importance) unravelled was for a terrific reason, and a very good result that is totally blameless.
Oh, and my rant about work! I know I'm capable of so much more than my meager job capacity gives me, and it's driving me nuts. Management or a production job come early next year, the end.
My desires as of late have been in only a few key places...Erin definitely, in many ways. I think I'm in love...there are so many circumstances we keep digging through, but every night I go to sleep thinking about just how rich of an experience it's been with her. She's...beyond "really something." I keep thinking about self-improvement, about turning my freetime more toward being totally productive and generative. I used to play games all the time, but I just can't derive any enjoyment out of them anymore, not like I did. I keep feeling this urge instead to rejoin a martial arts school. Unfortunately white trash central (aka Muncie Indiana) has about as many good schools as they have nonsmoking Wal-Mart employees. All the same, I feel more of a craving to tune myself; when I stayed in San Diego in the summer of 2000 I looked forward more to TaeKwonDo nights more than anything. I deeply miss that, and I want it back. The other biggie is just to get more fluent at production work, which means more studying, and maybe paying Brad and Erin for some tutilage. I know I can start making money with this stuff as soon as I know just a touch more! There are other things, to be sure, like cooking and such, but they will easily fall into place once the big things are in order. So, in the face of minor annoyances, that's what I'll do. Oh, and Red Bull may taste like funk, but it sure feels good.
Oh, and my rant about work! I know I'm capable of so much more than my meager job capacity gives me, and it's driving me nuts. Management or a production job come early next year, the end.
My desires as of late have been in only a few key places...Erin definitely, in many ways. I think I'm in love...there are so many circumstances we keep digging through, but every night I go to sleep thinking about just how rich of an experience it's been with her. She's...beyond "really something." I keep thinking about self-improvement, about turning my freetime more toward being totally productive and generative. I used to play games all the time, but I just can't derive any enjoyment out of them anymore, not like I did. I keep feeling this urge instead to rejoin a martial arts school. Unfortunately white trash central (aka Muncie Indiana) has about as many good schools as they have nonsmoking Wal-Mart employees. All the same, I feel more of a craving to tune myself; when I stayed in San Diego in the summer of 2000 I looked forward more to TaeKwonDo nights more than anything. I deeply miss that, and I want it back. The other biggie is just to get more fluent at production work, which means more studying, and maybe paying Brad and Erin for some tutilage. I know I can start making money with this stuff as soon as I know just a touch more! There are other things, to be sure, like cooking and such, but they will easily fall into place once the big things are in order. So, in the face of minor annoyances, that's what I'll do. Oh, and Red Bull may taste like funk, but it sure feels good.