I'm not hating the onset of autumn anymore. Maybe I had to release some stuff, and... I think the Wellbutrin kicked in and is boosting my mood a bit. I do feel better now that I've switched from the Prozac; I'd been on it since 1999 and have felt some slippage in the past year or so. I like to think that I've done some good spiritual work in the ( Read more... )

This is not my favorite day of the year -- in fact, I hate it. I hate winter, I hate the inevitable slide into winter, I hate the ever-shortening days, and I hate that I hate it and slip into such a state almost every year. Some years I do okay -- autumn is, after all, so beautiful here -- but this year I'm not doing well with it AT ALL. I've all ( Read more... )

Antonio asked an old rancher friend to take Laz up in his workhorse Cessna 182 yesterday, and this is what we saw:


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So I'm done reeling from my recent job app rejections, buoyed by constant affirmations that the universe has a plan for me and it isn't to be an underpaid secretary or bank teller (though the steady pay and BENEFITS sure would have been nice). I'd like the universe to disclose to me just what its great plan IS, but in the meantime I have a new ( Read more... )

Well, no word from the bank, so I'm assuming I didn't get it since the lady I interviewed with said she'd make a decision by yesterday or this morning ( Read more... )

I just got another rejection letter, this one for the job that I interviewed for last week. I thought it went so well, but. Shit. This morning I interviewed for a teller position at the local bank -- I wouldn't have to commute (hell, I could walk if I wanted to), and it actually pays a bit better than the two jobs I didn't get, and it has benefits ( Read more... )

No word on the job I interviewed for last week -- I was convinced I'd cinched it, but now... trying to avoid the whole tailspin thing that I've been trying to avoid for weeks now. Nothing really feels good, and all I want to do is get shit-faced drunk and hide away (impossible to do in my current situation). I'm considering upping my prozac, but I ( Read more... )

I hate traveling these days, especially with the kids. Wait, scratch that: I hate airports, and always have, and now that I have kids AND the secutiry measures keep tightening up, I hate them even more than I thought possible. So reading this just pissed me off all the more and has put me on the verge of scrapping my tentative plans to fly to ( Read more... )

It was bad enough when I became addicted to turquoise -- the real stuff, not plastic or dyed howlite or "green" or "yellow" but an indescribable blue tinged with green and laced with veins of black and brown. I knew the REALLY good stuff, from Arizona's Sleeping Beauty Mine, was out of my reach at hundreds of dollars for a 16-inch strand, but I've ( Read more... )