Tonight is a writing night. Normally it is a painting night, but this is a week where I try and get back into a normal routine that will carry me for a few months. That includes getting up before the sun (6:30 is still before the sun, for now), and being in bed by 10pm each night. It means writing entries since last Friday on, as well as getting on the up and up with cooking, cleaning, and general hygiene. I love to travel, but the problem is that traveling three weekends in a row produced a state of sheer insanity when I got home Sunday and kept screwing around instead of getting ready for my upcoming week. So tonight, like I said, is a writing night. I’m writing the Now now, and will go back after I finish to catch up. So, when you finish this entry, click the previous button a few times and get all caught up. Or, if you care to, you can check out the new February archives link up top.
So the Now includes my reclining on the couch because I decided, it being Fat Tuesday and all, I would have Burger King for dinner, buy a piece of king cake (and win a prize for finding the baby!!), and have a beer at a Girls’ Pint Out event this evening. In fact, I am so bloated that I think I might vomit. Which I know is exactly what you really wanted to read on this Tuesday night where you probably just finished dinner or were enjoying your evening or something. I also happen to be listening to a new CD I got in the mail today.
Yes, you read that right: I bought a Compact Disc and it came in the mail today.
In fact, it’s one in a series called “The Best Of House”, which really means it’s slightly chilled trance/techno music with pleasing lyrics. I’m fairly certain it is a British thing, which explains exactly why I liked it so much I felt the need to buy the CD online. But, it’s probably the best writing music I can think of, because, like my favorite Pandora station, it just operates on the same wavelengths as my brain.
The rest of this week looks to be a marathon: coming off a week of little work makes me think that most of my jobs are not worth the money I’m paid for them. But, I have about five months of work yet (Shit! I’ve been thinking six months for a whole month now! Five seems so much shorter!) before I leave my jobs and spend a month going crazy in the idleness of not working. So, I will suck it up, stop my complaining, and go to work and not be part of the whiny ungrateful folks. Also, I am not traveling this weekend, so I should have time to get totally caught up. I mean, assuming I don’t spend the whole weekend watching Psych, which is my favorite show right now and thus unfortunately quite likely.
I suppose you drama hoarders want to know how my Interpersonal Life is going. Since returning from the trip to DC last last weekend, I haven’t talked to Chad at all. So, it’s been about a week. Which seems both like a long time and no where near as long as it has felt. I haven’t felt the need to contact him, which I suppose is quite a good thing. From time to time, he crosses my mind when I have an idea for a Great Adventure I know he’d like, or today, when I was doing things on my own that I know he would enjoy. But, that’s how breakups work, and they also work like some days it’s a lot easier and some days it’s a lot harder. It will probably be a lot harder once he’s back in Indianapolis again after the end of this month, but right now, it’s okay. I think I’m going to let him contact me and plan things from now on, or I’m going to try to. We’ll see how that goes (and that’s being as honest as I ever am, to admit my likelihood of failing and sense of uncertainty).
Other than that, things are pretty good. I’ve been busy. I’ve been having fun. I’ve been staying up late and getting up early and reading Dear Coke Talk and thinking politics and religion and how in about two months I’m turning 25. All in all, it’s about time for a quarter-life crisis. Perfect timing to move overseas, pick up a British lover or two, and begin amassing my millions.
