Wednesday, September 07, 2005
When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemon Drop Shots
09/05/05 03:25PM
Haven't posted in awhile, right now I'm typing this at work. (Yeah, they scheduled plenty of us to work for Labor Day with a good 5 mins between calls sometimes even 9.) But no complaints I feel at home in front of any computer. So I'm using this time to get my blogging caught up, but since external site access has been restricted I will have to email this txt file to myself and cut and paste it at a later date. Call me resourceful...
Either way, so many things have happened though not any that would be considered a milestone. Because of the recent hurricane disaster gas prices have sky rocketed, and because of my sudden bout with laziness last week this pay check had no overtime pay on it whatsoever. If we make any calculations the last phrase would equal BROKE. Not to my distress surprisingly enough. I was quite at home staying at home. My usual night out shananigans were tapering off already, so staying at home was actually not bad. I liked going to bed early, waking up almost early, doing
the regular go-to-work-come-home-tired routine, and I actually think I'll keep this up.
But more so I've been doing a lot of thinking, not really soul searching but more, figuring things out. What do I want? What do I need? What do I have? This time around when I think I have something I can flow with I don't jump and down with enthusiasm and go on my full out self make-overs. I take in strides knowing full well that my well-intentioned plans sometimes have a tendency of blowing up in my face, more cautious I guess, it comes with knowing that even though things always happen for a reason the initial shock is hard to recover from.
I've also been doing some reading. It's been awhile, huh? George Konrad: The Melancholy of Rebirth. I think I bought this book years ago from a dollar store in Pittsburg, Kansas. I just now got around to reading it. Hopefully soon I can proudly display in on my "yeah, I've read that" bookcase.
Oh, I'm so sleepy. I woke up at 8am this morning, and laid around in bed. I fell back asleep, and forced myself to get up at 9:45am. It felt good sleeping in my own bed. I have a secret affair with my pillow, Gertrude. She comforts me, and is always there for me. Sometimes I take her forgranted, I know. But even after several nights of not coming home, she never asks me where I've been just welcomes me to lay beside her like nothing I do would ever change the fact that she is my pillow and no one elses. Ah! I digress...
Time to take a call, until next pseudo post...
Haven't posted in awhile, right now I'm typing this at work. (Yeah, they scheduled plenty of us to work for Labor Day with a good 5 mins between calls sometimes even 9.) But no complaints I feel at home in front of any computer. So I'm using this time to get my blogging caught up, but since external site access has been restricted I will have to email this txt file to myself and cut and paste it at a later date. Call me resourceful...
Either way, so many things have happened though not any that would be considered a milestone. Because of the recent hurricane disaster gas prices have sky rocketed, and because of my sudden bout with laziness last week this pay check had no overtime pay on it whatsoever. If we make any calculations the last phrase would equal BROKE. Not to my distress surprisingly enough. I was quite at home staying at home. My usual night out shananigans were tapering off already, so staying at home was actually not bad. I liked going to bed early, waking up almost early, doing
the regular go-to-work-come-home-tired routine, and I actually think I'll keep this up.
But more so I've been doing a lot of thinking, not really soul searching but more, figuring things out. What do I want? What do I need? What do I have? This time around when I think I have something I can flow with I don't jump and down with enthusiasm and go on my full out self make-overs. I take in strides knowing full well that my well-intentioned plans sometimes have a tendency of blowing up in my face, more cautious I guess, it comes with knowing that even though things always happen for a reason the initial shock is hard to recover from.
I've also been doing some reading. It's been awhile, huh? George Konrad: The Melancholy of Rebirth. I think I bought this book years ago from a dollar store in Pittsburg, Kansas. I just now got around to reading it. Hopefully soon I can proudly display in on my "yeah, I've read that" bookcase.
Oh, I'm so sleepy. I woke up at 8am this morning, and laid around in bed. I fell back asleep, and forced myself to get up at 9:45am. It felt good sleeping in my own bed. I have a secret affair with my pillow, Gertrude. She comforts me, and is always there for me. Sometimes I take her forgranted, I know. But even after several nights of not coming home, she never asks me where I've been just welcomes me to lay beside her like nothing I do would ever change the fact that she is my pillow and no one elses. Ah! I digress...
Time to take a call, until next pseudo post...
posted by Jenni #
5:12 AM 