The shadow of our past projects on clouds of dust and gas...a silhouette of loneliness
So my kernel of wisdom for the day: I'm old. Yes, I know, I've been avoiding it too but it's true - I'm old. (Shakes head in self-disgust...)
Seriously though, went out with Rachael for her 21st and am shamed to learn that I just don't have the stamina I must have once had. This from the girl who did 42 shots of liquor on her 21st.... Those were good times. But seriously, I'm quite sad that I can no longer stay out until all hours and then function the next day. I'm tired, damn it.
Ok, well, not as tired as I thought I'd be because I actually got good sleep last night. How I do not know. Perhaps it was the liquor. Oh and while I'm saying I can no longer function as I once did - well, that doesn't count the drinking. Apparently I couldn't lose my tolerance if I tried. Although I've not really been putting it to the test of late, what with my one drink here and there.
I guess I've just been there done that. I mean, my college years were filled with parties and bar-crawling and late night fun. Hell, so was the year following college. But now, I'm mellowing out. I still like to go out and have a drink - grab a bite to eat - but really I don't want to go get drunk. I mean, seriously, do you know how much it actually costs to get me drunk? Have I mentioned that I'm broke?
Not to say of course that I did not have fun, or that I do not enjoy going out - I did and I do, I just think it's funny how much I've changed of late.
It's odd, but you know I can't even remember all the things I used to do. It's like my memories of myself are sealed behind a haze of someone else - as though someone else lived those moments and not me. I feel so distant from the person I once was. Odd. Or perhaps not so odd. I don't know.
At any rate, I'm now at work - woo who! - and awaiting the drone of eight o'clock. I have oh so much paperwork to do today. Nice thing about federal/state/hell any grant is that the paperwork could actually kill you. Fun times. Not that I mind, at least it's something to do. I have some other crap to do today, too. Namely fill out some applications and start looking at updating the old resume - can't do the same thing forever and all that. Plus, upon discouragement with life yesterday, I happened upon my favorite job opening and feel compelled to apply once again. No worries that I'll actually get it but what the hell - eventually they'll hire me because I'm persistent. Grrr.
Then I'll be fired for the growling - c'est le vie.
All right, another day: Here I come!
Seriously though, went out with Rachael for her 21st and am shamed to learn that I just don't have the stamina I must have once had. This from the girl who did 42 shots of liquor on her 21st.... Those were good times. But seriously, I'm quite sad that I can no longer stay out until all hours and then function the next day. I'm tired, damn it.
Ok, well, not as tired as I thought I'd be because I actually got good sleep last night. How I do not know. Perhaps it was the liquor. Oh and while I'm saying I can no longer function as I once did - well, that doesn't count the drinking. Apparently I couldn't lose my tolerance if I tried. Although I've not really been putting it to the test of late, what with my one drink here and there.
I guess I've just been there done that. I mean, my college years were filled with parties and bar-crawling and late night fun. Hell, so was the year following college. But now, I'm mellowing out. I still like to go out and have a drink - grab a bite to eat - but really I don't want to go get drunk. I mean, seriously, do you know how much it actually costs to get me drunk? Have I mentioned that I'm broke?
Not to say of course that I did not have fun, or that I do not enjoy going out - I did and I do, I just think it's funny how much I've changed of late.
It's odd, but you know I can't even remember all the things I used to do. It's like my memories of myself are sealed behind a haze of someone else - as though someone else lived those moments and not me. I feel so distant from the person I once was. Odd. Or perhaps not so odd. I don't know.
At any rate, I'm now at work - woo who! - and awaiting the drone of eight o'clock. I have oh so much paperwork to do today. Nice thing about federal/state/hell any grant is that the paperwork could actually kill you. Fun times. Not that I mind, at least it's something to do. I have some other crap to do today, too. Namely fill out some applications and start looking at updating the old resume - can't do the same thing forever and all that. Plus, upon discouragement with life yesterday, I happened upon my favorite job opening and feel compelled to apply once again. No worries that I'll actually get it but what the hell - eventually they'll hire me because I'm persistent. Grrr.
Then I'll be fired for the growling - c'est le vie.
All right, another day: Here I come!