December 23,  2004

      Day one of 12 days off in a row.  i've managed to take advantage of the extra days around Christmas - combined with the vacations days i still had left - and create a nice bit of break time from the madness i call my job.

      Even if said job has now given me a pay increase - a decent bonus - and people still seem to like me there.  And even think i'm pretty smart and useful to have around.  

      But when i think of the commuting to the middle of 'nowhere', and i look at my pay stub that clearly says i'm paid for 37.5 hours per week, yet i'm never there less than 50 hours per week (and often more) - the decision to start looking elsewhere gets easier and easier.  Not to mention the fact that a whole bunch of other people there seem to be having the same idea.  And are acting on it.

      i'm tired of being tired all the time.  

      So day one started with my sister calling me at 7:30 in the morning.  Grumble.  i of course, could not get back to sleep and rather than lie there twitching and waking Himself up - i decided to get up.  

      So far this morning, i've cleaned my earrings, cruised the internet, read my email, resized a banner for the site, cleaned up a mess that Himself created in the refrigerator, fought with the cats, checked my work email, made some toast (yummy), stared out the window a lot at all the snow we got last night (first of the year), and found a new image for the side bar.  --------->

      It's amazing the things you find when you type obscure words into a google search.

      What else do i want to get done during these days off?  Some stuff around the house - nothing major, but there's a few things i'd like to arrange - such as the space in the office a bit better so i have a spot for my paintings to hang.  And i want to do some writing, and some painting.  Lots of creative stuff.

      But i think what i want to do the most is "nothing".  Just a whole lot of nothingness - total vegetating.  Mindless.  Watch a few movies with Himself (this new computer rocks!), drink some wine, eat too much.  And have sex.

      Perfect.      

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