Saturday,
January 31, 2004
Don't let the door hit in you the ass on the way out
Lord, this was just an absolutely dreadful month, wasn't it? Almost everyone I've talked to about it said that they're extremely glad to see the back end of January, and I can't disagree with them. On the bad side, two journalers I know lost their jobs, Lyndon's still looking and his unemployment insurance goes bye-bye in a week or two, Howard Dean, bless his heart, seems to be taking something of a nosedive, I haven't done bubkes on the book, the Recent Unpleasantness occurred and is still making its presence known, and our apartment looks like Ozzfest was held here.
On the good side, the economy does seem to be perking up somewhat, one journaler's husband got three job offers, I finished the craft piece for Her Maj, I'm well on my way to finished the contract piece, I've got a story on the burner, and I'm still upright and breathing. While there's life there's hope, right?
Besides, after finishing the day's work I finally got to break out my Christmas present -- a Wild Wire jewelrymaking kit -- and play around with it. I now have two lovely burgundy and gunmetal spiral beads just waiting for earring hooks, and a third one hanging off the miniature NY license plate over my monitor (because I didn't feel like making more for a necklace -- I'd rather get gold and silver wire for that, anyway).
Lyndon, in the meantime, is waiting until tomorrow to check and regap his plugs -- I think he wants to change the fuel filter at some point, as well. Of course, the best solution would be for him to get a job, and use the Jeep (which will be completely paid off in the next two weeks) as a trade-in on a nice 2001 Tacoma or Tundra, but that does hinge on him having said job. In the meantime, I need to get the oil changed in the Hoosiermobile, and I know the front brakes have to be done at some point in the near future, and the front shocks are making odd noises when I go over speed bumps. Here's hoping everything just holds together.