We built on the river.
May. 19th, 2006 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI had a very productive week at work (almost 28 billable hours), which is surprising since I was home around 4pm on Tuesday and Thursday, and left early today as well. Oh well, I'm not going to knock it. I have to bill 17 more hours before June 30th to get my end-of-year bonus ($1500), so that's pretty much in the bag. Sweet!
I spontaneously walked into Coworker Kelly's office this afternoon and said, "What should I do tonight?" which she graciously took as "How can I entertain you?" and she asked if I wanted to get dinner with her. We went to the new mexican place in Quincy Center (Acapulco's) which was really quite yummy (I had a chicken burrito, muy delicioso) and then went to a little ice cream dive in Quincy Pointe where I had chocolate peanut-butter frozen yogurt that was amazing and didn't taste at ALL like frozen yogurt. But holy crap did I overeat and I am /still/ stuffed. Burp.
I spent a little time e-mailing people from craigslist about apartments and then called an agency that told me to call back Monday. Weird. But then my brother told me that the dude that bought my great uncle's house when he died last year may be interested in buying my dad's house, too (they are next door to each other). If the house sells sooner than I expected, maybe we should just bail on Boston, baby or no baby. I'm starting to wonder if this is the wrong time for us to be TTC (or be parents in any way, given recent sad events) anyway. Which makes me incredibly dejected and gloomy.
Yeah, the one who leaves this also grieves this;
Too much rain on a prairie flood plain;
Houses floating, love is like that;
We built on the river
I'm not sure if any of this has a point. I'm feeling about as directionless as these words convey. Feh.
I spontaneously walked into Coworker Kelly's office this afternoon and said, "What should I do tonight?" which she graciously took as "How can I entertain you?" and she asked if I wanted to get dinner with her. We went to the new mexican place in Quincy Center (Acapulco's) which was really quite yummy (I had a chicken burrito, muy delicioso) and then went to a little ice cream dive in Quincy Pointe where I had chocolate peanut-butter frozen yogurt that was amazing and didn't taste at ALL like frozen yogurt. But holy crap did I overeat and I am /still/ stuffed. Burp.
I spent a little time e-mailing people from craigslist about apartments and then called an agency that told me to call back Monday. Weird. But then my brother told me that the dude that bought my great uncle's house when he died last year may be interested in buying my dad's house, too (they are next door to each other). If the house sells sooner than I expected, maybe we should just bail on Boston, baby or no baby. I'm starting to wonder if this is the wrong time for us to be TTC (or be parents in any way, given recent sad events) anyway. Which makes me incredibly dejected and gloomy.
Too much rain on a prairie flood plain;
Houses floating, love is like that;
We built on the river
I'm not sure if any of this has a point. I'm feeling about as directionless as these words convey. Feh.
