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Coming up on noon, and I've avoided the internet all morning. I am rapidly approaching saturation, there is nothing on the entire OnlineInterWebNet to keep me entertained.
I think I'm just suffering from a severe case of ennui, which is pathetic. I'm not rich enough or jaded enough for this nonsense. Well, maybe jaded enough, but I've moved beyond the bitter-jaded-nothing-matters phase of life. Three years ago, it was easy enough to be bitter and not care.
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Honestly? I think it's the weather, which has never so noticably affected my general outlook. It certainly didn't last year, but then last year Boy and I were in the throes of New Relationship Energy (*barf*. I fucking hate that phrase) and fucking four times a night, which does wonders. As much as we're still blissful, and as much as we still have a very healthy sex-life...it's not the same.
Not bad--just not the same.
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We had an excellent weekend, though. Made our weekly pilgrimage to Ikea yesterday to exchange my bedside lamp, and spent the evening watching Futurama and the Simpsons with Dave and Quincy, which is always a joy. After they'd left and we started heading for bed, Boy reminded me that they've been together for ages now--a good six months, if I'm not mistaken. They're starting to get all settled in and relaxed like we are these days, and it's a nice feeling. Going out all the time was good--the bowling incident was particularly amusing, what with Boy belting out karaoke tunes in a bowling alley bar--but this relaxed business, where we all just sit around and shoot the shit (or shoot eachother--X Box Madness Abounds at all of our homes. No, wait, Quincy's just got a Dreamcast. Still.) is lovely.
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Reiterating how good things are is helping. This depression has me pretty floored, and I'm most certainly ready for it to go away.
Okay, it's not completely weather-related--a good deal of it is stemming from work. I'm bored and not feeling particularly challenged...but I'm not about to think about leaving the company. It's a good place, even if I'm not using as much of my brain as I should.
Hopefully in the next while a position willsomewhere else in the company and I'll be able to escape.
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Why don't I have today off? Hmmph.
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Confidential to Zeke: I didn't know you were such a Trading Spaces freak. Also, are you going to the Laymans Terms show on the 2nd? I'm bringing a bunch of pals.
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Confidential to the visitor from www.emplive.com: Kyle? I can't think of anyone else I know there who would be reading this.
done.
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Incredibly cold today, by the way, and when I say incredibly cold I mean 36F, which has probably sent you midwesterners and maybe east coast? I have no idea, i don't pay attention to the news anymore--readers griping to no end. But it's cold for us. Cold for me. I hear it's snowing about an hour south, and about an hour and a half north--but we lucky urbanites must make do with bitter and unrelenting dry-cold. Blech. Better than drenching rain, but WHO DO I HAVE TO KILL TO GET SOME GODDAMNED SNOW?
Deep breaths. And a salad. A salad will help.
Posted by ferragamogirl at January 21, 2002 12:03 PM
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I didn't know about the show. There is a possibility I could attend. I started watching trading spaces every day in Cincinatti before work. Thankfully, the aforementioned Ms. Davis has gotten me un-hooked from the show.
Posted by Zeke at January 21, 2002 3:14 PM
Yeah, that fucking Paige. That Duracell hair just kills me. Did you see the new episode this weekend? It was in Puyallup! Crazy.
If you want to hook up at the show, that'd be cool. It's at Sit'n'Spin, but we've got plans right before that down at the Pyramid Brewery, otherwise I'd offer a ride.
Posted by Ferra at January 21, 2002 3:31 PM
Come up to Edmonton for -20 Celsius and lots of snow!
Posted by Alfvaen at January 22, 2002 9:14 AM
Ugh! That sounds wretched. This 35F is bad enough! ;-)
Posted by Ferra at January 22, 2002 10:34 AM
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