Guh, work. I feel like I'm doing too much of it. As much as I enjoy my job (all things considered) I don't know if I'm ready for the full time thing, which is more or less what I've been doing lately. And my boss, while certainly appreciative, is treating me like an adult, like I can handle it, which I can, but still. We take way too much for ( Read more... )

I seem to remember a time when staying up into the wee hours of the morning did not come at such a cost. When living life was not so juxtaposed with having to work the morning after. I suppose 2am is pretty standard as far as my late nights seem to go. But tomorrow is Mother's Day, and something tells me The Baker is going to be absolutely packed ( Read more... )

Life is good right now, but the nature of it seems to be rapidly changing, in a way I hadn't expected. I gravitate farther and farther from the online world that once sheltered me, but so it seems to go. It's just a strange transition; I hadn't noticed how differently I'm choosing to spend my time until now. I wish I was writing more, however, and ( Read more... )

I hate writer's block.

It's almost 3am. How long have I been trying to fall asleep? Let's see. I got in bed and turned off the light at 10:30...hm, so it's been about 4 hours ( Read more... )

Tonight was a good night.

Mrmph. I feel slightly delirious. I think I haven't eaten enough food today. I have to go grocery shopping tomorrow, but I also have to learn how to cook, oh I dunno...anything? While both my parents are relatively proficient cooks they did not bother pass down any of their wisdom or skill to me, so I'm kind of on my own in that regard. And it's ( Read more... )

I am now the proud owner of a dark blue 2003 VW Jetta! I must admit it's a bit of a rush, this whole car transition happened in what, two weeks? And each time it came up unexpected, too ( Read more... )

Today was kind of lost in a haze...I'm not really sure where it went. I remember waking up, but now it's 10 hours later. Hmm. I suppose a day of rest is good; it must have been what I needed. I think it was productive, even if I didn't produce much of anything. Sometimes I have to be ok with that ( Read more... )

Alas, it seems at long last, that my dear old car, Maggie May, once tank and unstoppable force of automobile awesomeness, has sadly been reduced to a puttering old rust bucket. We found a new mechanic for her just recently, because we were quite dissatisfied with the man who had taken her in before that, since problems seemed to persist no matter ( Read more... )