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judecorpI guess I'm all official now, since I paid half of the Chorus dues tonight. So now I have a number, and music, and practice tapes, and I paid dues. All I need now is to be in the Member List. La la la. 
Daina is fun.
I am so excited to only have one more day of work left for the week. Oh glorious rapture, I am excited! I didn't get home until 6:20pm tonight, and likely won't get home until 6:45pm tomorrow, but it will be /so/ worth it. It will also be worth it to clip this cat's claws, since I almost just lost my leg. Owwies.
Do you remember those days when I wrote something of substance? I do. They seem like distant memories. Work seems to drain all philosophy out of me, leaving me with monotony and frantic rushing. I have a hard time falling asleep at night because my brain wraps around itself, because I need an outlet. I just don't have the time to let the words and emotions out here before I lay down. I'm really just running and multitasking until I drop. For example, as I type this, I am also listening to my Chorus practice tapes (hoping to learn what I missed), clipping the cat's claws, and trying to wrap up so I can spend some time with my Jennifer. Argh! No wonder I have anxiety! It's a vicious cycle - I feel out of control because I'm always busy, so I want to clean, but I don't have time to clean, so we get messes, but I'm anxious, so I freak out more about the messes, and then I freak out about not being able to clean, and about being too busy. Jeeze, someone give me a Valium, eh?
(And yeah, if you know her, this is now your time to all feel terribly bad for my Jennifer, because, well, she has had to deal with this for about the past month and I'm pretty surprised she hasn't run screaming back to the coast yet.)
I can't believe this was only 2ish years ago.
[Poll #210019]
Daina is fun.I am so excited to only have one more day of work left for the week. Oh glorious rapture, I am excited! I didn't get home until 6:20pm tonight, and likely won't get home until 6:45pm tomorrow, but it will be /so/ worth it. It will also be worth it to clip this cat's claws, since I almost just lost my leg. Owwies.
Do you remember those days when I wrote something of substance? I do. They seem like distant memories. Work seems to drain all philosophy out of me, leaving me with monotony and frantic rushing. I have a hard time falling asleep at night because my brain wraps around itself, because I need an outlet. I just don't have the time to let the words and emotions out here before I lay down. I'm really just running and multitasking until I drop. For example, as I type this, I am also listening to my Chorus practice tapes (hoping to learn what I missed), clipping the cat's claws, and trying to wrap up so I can spend some time with my Jennifer. Argh! No wonder I have anxiety! It's a vicious cycle - I feel out of control because I'm always busy, so I want to clean, but I don't have time to clean, so we get messes, but I'm anxious, so I freak out more about the messes, and then I freak out about not being able to clean, and about being too busy. Jeeze, someone give me a Valium, eh?
(And yeah, if you know her, this is now your time to all feel terribly bad for my Jennifer, because, well, she has had to deal with this for about the past month and I'm pretty surprised she hasn't run screaming back to the coast yet.)
I can't believe this was only 2ish years ago.
[Poll #210019]
