the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
yeah, i know. i'm lame. i'm really lame. sue me.
i'm sitting at home, browsing <a href="http://www.suicidegirls.com/">sg</a> on a craptastic DSL connection while half paying attention to the daily show. i've got a nasty head cold/sinus headache and i'm kinda nauseous. what better a time than now to wax philosophical about my life?
lately, i've felt... stagnant. very much like i graduated and then got stuck. my love life is going nowhere (though right now, it's not bothering me a whole lot), i haven't really had a lot of chances to get settled down, and my exercise program has been shot to hell. work is going well, but sometimes i have my doubts about getting paid.
i think what i really need is some time off. i need to sit down, get my shit together, put stuff away, and figure out what i want to do with the next year of my life. once i finally get everything migrated off of the main server at work, i may very well just take two or three days off (nobody tell my mother -- i won't take that time to go home. my problems are here, not 250 miles away in rosholt).
beyond that, life's pretty much normal. carry on.
yeah, i know. i'm lame. i'm really lame. sue me.
i'm sitting at home, browsing <a href="http://www.suicidegirls.com/">sg</a> on a craptastic DSL connection while half paying attention to the daily show. i've got a nasty head cold/sinus headache and i'm kinda nauseous. what better a time than now to wax philosophical about my life?
lately, i've felt... stagnant. very much like i graduated and then got stuck. my love life is going nowhere (though right now, it's not bothering me a whole lot), i haven't really had a lot of chances to get settled down, and my exercise program has been shot to hell. work is going well, but sometimes i have my doubts about getting paid.
i think what i really need is some time off. i need to sit down, get my shit together, put stuff away, and figure out what i want to do with the next year of my life. once i finally get everything migrated off of the main server at work, i may very well just take two or three days off (nobody tell my mother -- i won't take that time to go home. my problems are here, not 250 miles away in rosholt).
beyond that, life's pretty much normal. carry on.
Anyway, the last piece of mail I open had a credit card small-print side-note telling me they'd be doubling my APR unless I write them in time. They point out that telephoning will not be sufficient.
About then it occurs to me that nothing clarifies the senses quite so much as danger and challenge. People are fond of saying that nothing sharpens the wits like hunger, yet I'm certain that malnourishment offsets those gains quite quickly.
I guess what I'm getting at is that I prefer a good, hard depressive bout or a heated argument to a desk full of mail most any day, yet battles these days seem to be fought and lost on desks cluttered and clean, and in the food-store, of course. The best we can do is fight a good fight, right?
I pulled a decent crop of beets and learned to make sake this week. It's the little things, right?