Fucksticks. Writing daily is a bit more difficult than I recall it being. Last year around this time, I was logging several lengthy entries per day without thinking twice about it. I've spent a bit of time trying to figure out if I just have a mental block on writing or if my life has just become that boring.
Definitely the former.
I'm finally *not* sick. I mean, I'm not fighting off any infections or fevers or nastiness for the first time in what? Three or four weeks now? Anyhoo, it feels good to be back to a fairly comfortable energy level.
Slash, Coldplay makes me want to slit my wrists.
I watched the end of the Sopranos today. And I walked around this gigantonormous house I live in, figuring out how I can make it a better place and how I can organize things to make Cathy happier. Slash I really want to clean out the secondary living area because there's a fucking amazing fireplace back there and that room will be an awesome winter hangout. It has these wood floors that are like, I don't know eight decades old or something. And the decorations... fuck I love her decorations. The second I stepped foot into this house, I knew it was my new home. As my sister put it upon seeing the huge living room's walls, "Oh look, she's like you. She never throws anything away either." Heh heh heh. She has a massive collection of Marilyn Monroe memorabilia. Also these steins from all over the world. And a Bible from like, the 15th or 16th century or something. My friend who's into that sort of shit freaked out with awe when he saw it. It *is* pretty cool looking.
I'm thinking I'm going to try to talk her into having a garage sale next saturday, if at all possible. Also this week I'm going to try to get in a LOT more writing, because my novel is a fanfuckingtastic idea, I just need to put in the effort, you know? And I'm going to garden. Trim and garden and clean and organize.
It soothes my inner OCD beastie.
I'm going to throw out a lot of my stuff. Actually, what I *should* do is bring my fucking kayak down already, since I like exactly point four miles from a launch thing on Lake Austin. It's also ridiculous that I live less than a mile from the town lake hike and bike trails yet I haven't been on one full run down there yet, despite living here two months.
Alright, computer battery is slowing but surely dying a most painful death, so I'll go in a minute. First I should state that I LOVED sleeping in an extra hour this morning (not that I had anything I was supposed to get up and do, mind you.) Also, I'm dreading going back to work tomorrow. The Now UnPregnant Secretary is coming back from maternity leave, which means a hell of a lot less mindless work for me to do, as well as getting my regular afternoon to evening (slash whenever the fuck I feel like going in to work) hours back, but the boss won't be there, so there'll be this awkward sort of scrambling. I don't know what time she's planning on coming in, and the boss won't be there since it's her birthday, so I don't know what I'm going to do with the girl. Let her take over the phone calls? Explain the work left to do and hand it off to her? I don't know, ugh. I guess I'll just keep work work working and everything'll get sorted out the following day, when we have an Entire Office Meeting in the morning. God I dread office meetings. My boss already took time out of her schedule to tell me that I should disregard everything said in the meeting as it isn't meant for me, but I'm going to be there because she doesn't want to single anyone out and whatnot. But I already know there'll likely be some bitching about me, because I don't get chewed out like they do, mostly because I don't fuck up like they do, but that's not how it is in their eyes. In their eyes, I'm simply Teacher's Pet. Sillyheads. If I were still fucking up on the things they get yelled at about (after having been there over two years myself,) I'd be pretty goddamned useless as a human being, eh?
Regardless, more than anything, I don't want anyone fired, because I actually *like* my coworkers, even when they're fucking up or having it out for me or what have you, largely because I like everyone and have a deep seeded need for others to like and accept me as well. Besides, if the secretary gets fired, take a guess who'll be covering for her until we find a new one. And as I say all the time, I am SO not a morning person. Fuck. I can stay up all night long, but just *try* to wake me up before I'm ready to go in the morning... OoOoOoh.
I'm thinking my new hours will be something like 2 or 3 PM to 10 PMish. I like working when no one else is there. I can accomplish a hell of a lot more.
Righto. Off to sleep, perchance to dream.
