Typically I don’t remember my dreams… I’m not saying that I don’t have them; I’m just saying I like to repress the dream the moment I wake up. But for the past couple of nights I keep having a recurring nightmare. I keep envisioning missing my make-up appointment. And once that appointment is missed; I beg, plead and attempt to cajole the ( Read more... )

So this weekend we finally got the doors up in the bathroom!!!! Yay!!! I can finally pee in privacy… No more cardboard door. It was a beautiful moment. Now we need to get the other two doors up… More work, sigh.

So after work I am going to visit a dojo and see if I like how the instruction is carried out. I’m nervous I haven’t been to practice is such a long time… I keep thinking about what if I like and able to afford it… I will be making a lifelong commitment to the dojo, the sensei and the other participants to the class. It’s nerve-wracking…. What ( Read more... )

I read the new book “Redheaded Step Child”, written by Jaye Wells. It veered from not liking it to being okay. I don’t think I will buy her next book, but you never know. I think what killed the book for me was plausibility. I just didn’t buy that such a kick-ass assassin would blindly follow anyone.

So yeah I am sick... I felt like i was going to puke all day... Which was slightly better than puking all night which is was i did earlier. Oh yeah Jim Butcher book was damn good!!! I need more books.

I went to Borders last night to purchase two of my favorite author’s books: “Turn Coat” by Jim Butcher and “Curse the Dawn” by Karen Chance. As I was shopping there I realized why I like Borders better than Barnes & Nobles. Coupons ( Read more... )

It is immense…. I hate the fifty million trips I make buying items that in theory make my house a home. I hate the boring aisles, which are endless. My eyes just glaze over once I enter. Yet I must be focused and resilient! If I fuck up, then I would have to make an additional trip to through your hallowed halls.

I haven’t really done anything substantial with my life. I’m usually juggling between work and boredom. I miss school. I wonder if my language writing skills have deteriorated. I know my spelling has. Now I just speak in fragments. And I can’t creatively construct a sentence, pity ( Read more... )

So it's official: I have to go back to school ( Read more... )

Testing, testing. Please Ignore.