What I like about this time of year, and being as north as I am, is the general disappearance of the sun at around five o'clock or so.
I feel physically okay, mentally not as much so. Panic sets in easier these days, not sure why (lie), but I think that's why I've taken ill so quickly these days.
Found the Classifieds this morning waiting on the kitchen table, took them to work with the intent to pour myself into them, got so caught up in dealing with the computer inadequacies of others that I never once picked them up, and now I don't even know where they are. I'm not a techie, I'm not the most knowledgable about computers, but I am far more adept at using them (read: I AM MUCH YOUNGER) than anyone else at my office, thereby making me the troubleshooting first contact when the systems admin is out, which is pretty much all the time. It's only stressful when I have my own shit to get done, which I'm trying to do diligently after a month or so of fucking around.
God, I didn't mean to talk about work.
I get paid on Wednesday (*crosses fingers*), which should allow me to have a Thanksgiving. I go back to Iowa for Christmas, which will be nice, but hopefully I won't go completely nuts (read: have two panic attacks) like I did in February when last I went back. I'll finally reclaim a CD sleeve I left back there, though, which contains not only two of my Don Cab CD's, but a third of my instrumental post-rock collection. It'll be like buying new discs all over again.
This entry sucks.
I feel physically okay, mentally not as much so. Panic sets in easier these days, not sure why (lie), but I think that's why I've taken ill so quickly these days.
Found the Classifieds this morning waiting on the kitchen table, took them to work with the intent to pour myself into them, got so caught up in dealing with the computer inadequacies of others that I never once picked them up, and now I don't even know where they are. I'm not a techie, I'm not the most knowledgable about computers, but I am far more adept at using them (read: I AM MUCH YOUNGER) than anyone else at my office, thereby making me the troubleshooting first contact when the systems admin is out, which is pretty much all the time. It's only stressful when I have my own shit to get done, which I'm trying to do diligently after a month or so of fucking around.
God, I didn't mean to talk about work.
I get paid on Wednesday (*crosses fingers*), which should allow me to have a Thanksgiving. I go back to Iowa for Christmas, which will be nice, but hopefully I won't go completely nuts (read: have two panic attacks) like I did in February when last I went back. I'll finally reclaim a CD sleeve I left back there, though, which contains not only two of my Don Cab CD's, but a third of my instrumental post-rock collection. It'll be like buying new discs all over again.
This entry sucks.