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Monday, I don't want to go to work No particular reason, to be honest. Everything's chugging along just fine there, and nobody's been driving me crazy (which is such a nice change). I just want to stay home, that's all. To be honest, I think it's burnout -- for pretty much the last month or so, I've been running at full tilt almost every weekend either trying to get this place unpacked and into shape or running around with various folks. And while I needed to do the unpacking and enjoyed the running around, I think my energy levels are finally bottoming out here. What I need now are two days where I don't do anything more energetic than climbing up the stairs from the garage. A movie or two, maybe a little shopping, and a lot of sitting around and recharging batteries, that's the ticket. Of course, to get to those two days, I have to go through five days of work. Bleah. It also doesn't make for award-winning journal entries, I know, but I honestly can't think of anything interesting to write here, things are that bleah. I mean, today I mailed off the various MSS to their publishers, chunked my paycheck in the bank and paid off the phone, electric and cable bills for the month. Updated some web pages at work, did a couple of graphics, and found out that a project I was supposed to work on has been shelved until we get an account number to charge for the work. Um. . .practiced my guitar? Whee. So, no deep thoughts today, I'm afraid. About the only vaguely interesting thing I've been doing is bantering with Julia on my SFF Net newsgroup about the waiter from the Blue Mesa yesterday, and why they should really get their waitstaff tighter pants. Well, good scenery always adds to the pleasure of a dining experience, you know. (And in a small apartment in Midsommarkransen, my beloved is reading this and thinking plaintively, "She's flirting with waiters? While I'm stuck here on my own? Doesn't she CARE about me?" Pumpkin, don't worry about any of this -- it's mainly me being silly on-line in an attempt to keep myself entertained. You know I adore you, and I have many, many plans for you when you finally get here. We'll even go outside after a week or so.) In the meantime, however, I'm tired. And I need sleep. And maybe some orange juice. Hmm, that sounds like a plan.
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