time to start a new week. my supervisor is on vacation all week [score!], so it should be a pretty easy week at work. i pointed out a big problem with my new project protocol on friday, which scored me big points with my supervisor because it was something he didn't even catch, but also caused big problems because now we have to rewrite the protocol. that could be interesting.
tomorrow, i'm joining the gym at work so i can start working out. i'm sick of being such a bum, and being so unhappy with my body. plus i'm now down to having only 9 months to lose the weight i want to lose before the wedding [i want to lose it anyway, but i can't accomplish anything unless i set a definite timeline]. it should be more than enough time, but with my willpower [or lack there-of], i'll need that much time. somehow, i've managed to lose 5 lbs in the past 2 weeks without even trying, so i'm going to attribute it to stress. between starting work and living in a ghetto warzone, i'm about as stressed as i can be.
on that note, there was another shooting last night, only 1 block away. a kid riding a scooter got shot in the chest. i don't know if i can take this. we had just decided that the incident with my car was an isolated incident and that we could manage to live here until i get a full-time job in january, but now i'm questioning that decision. we really don't have the money to get an apartment now, either. it's scary. it is so incredibly stressful, i can't remember the last time i relaxed. anybody know a good psychic? i need to know the powerball numbers for wednesday.
i'm supposed to get my car back on wednesday, even though i feel crappy putting it back on this block. if i had known the neighborhood was getting this bad this quickly, i would've waited to get a new car until we move out. how awful is that? i can't get over the fact that decent people have to rearrange their lives just to deal with the worthless trash that lives around here. ever seen boondock saints? we REALLY need some vigilante saints to kill off the scum...
tomorrow, i'm joining the gym at work so i can start working out. i'm sick of being such a bum, and being so unhappy with my body. plus i'm now down to having only 9 months to lose the weight i want to lose before the wedding [i want to lose it anyway, but i can't accomplish anything unless i set a definite timeline]. it should be more than enough time, but with my willpower [or lack there-of], i'll need that much time. somehow, i've managed to lose 5 lbs in the past 2 weeks without even trying, so i'm going to attribute it to stress. between starting work and living in a ghetto warzone, i'm about as stressed as i can be.
on that note, there was another shooting last night, only 1 block away. a kid riding a scooter got shot in the chest. i don't know if i can take this. we had just decided that the incident with my car was an isolated incident and that we could manage to live here until i get a full-time job in january, but now i'm questioning that decision. we really don't have the money to get an apartment now, either. it's scary. it is so incredibly stressful, i can't remember the last time i relaxed. anybody know a good psychic? i need to know the powerball numbers for wednesday.
i'm supposed to get my car back on wednesday, even though i feel crappy putting it back on this block. if i had known the neighborhood was getting this bad this quickly, i would've waited to get a new car until we move out. how awful is that? i can't get over the fact that decent people have to rearrange their lives just to deal with the worthless trash that lives around here. ever seen boondock saints? we REALLY need some vigilante saints to kill off the scum...
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