Up for Parole Circa 2007
I just had this terrible premonition that I need to get a handle on how I want to spend my time and follow through, otherwise, I�ll be working these same long, very unsatisfying hours, forever� trudge through school, work like a fiend during the summers, and suddenly be pushing forty unable to account for whatever happened between college and post-college. Granted I�ve laid out the worst case scenario, but it�s a very lousy thing to be your own keeper and responsible for too many important things and when your life is uber-crappy you have no one to blame but persona uno.
The Beatles say something like, in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make � basically, I was feeling very neglected and sent out emails and phone calls and pleased to see that they boomeranged back and included me in �the loop� again. My weekend has finally taken form � it wasn�t really the form I hoped or expected, because I�ll be tethered to a retail mogul instead of tanning and lobstering it up at the Cape or even bumming around the homestead with Nathan. On the bright side, my two inseparable old gal pals will actually be in town at the same time and we�re going out together for the first time, well, since we became legal. After one of those mythic eleven-hour days, I�ll be about ripe for a drink and I couldn�t think up two better booze hounds to get sloshed with and make up for about two years of lost time.
New glasses in, I am pleased.
I spent the majority of the day cranky and hungry. In hindsight, I should have packed a lunch this morning and I also should have had a more substantial dinner before going to my night job. Being hungry is such an easy thing to fix especially because it my growling stomach rides roughshod over my mood, conscientiousness, and patience. So whereas nothing made today particularly bad or frustrating, I just didn�t come prepared to stand, greet, smile, thank, sell, return, fold, put away, and answer the phone. I picked up another shift for tomorrow, we�ll see if I learn my lesson or not.
Blogger isn�t publishing now � and I am peeved because I didn�t pay for the Pro upgrade to be denied by First Amendment rights. Hopefully this will be up soon.
Also, I am going to publish a humble political request from Ginny Hunt which is likely of interest to any of you liberals out there and anyone else who wants to help Dean make a run for 2500 Pennsylvania Avenue.
posted by lmjasinski at 8:11 AM
