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3:55 p.m. - 2006-10-19 For starters, work has been at red-alert on my Annoy-O-Meter� lately. An illustration:
* Definition: If I had lots of money, I�d buy a real one. Lando got me a miniature one for my birthday. It�s a rather substantial model, and it�s kind of heavy. In our e-mails to one another, he suggested that I use it as a blunt instrument to wreak havoc upon the skulls of the attorneys at work who were pissing me off, i.e., �G35 him.� While the thought is tempting, I�m afraid that it would just bounce off the thick skulls of the offending parties. ** Definition: One learns many new expressions when one plays an online game such as the highly addictive internet heroin known as World of Warcraft. One is �DIAF�, which means �die in a fire.� Certain highlights:
In addition to, or perhaps partly because of, the job stress, I have been dealing with a major bout of the old depression. I made the mistake of going five days without my magic happy pills (simply because I was busy as crap during the day and kept forgetting to call and get a refill until after 5), and almost had a complete meltdown. In connection with this, I have been eating entirely too much cheese, chocolate, and Chinese buffet, and have not been sleeping worth a shit. I�m back on the meds, and got some sleepy pills, and I�m feeling better, but I need to take the next step and quit eating like shit and go back to the gym. I did buy a replacement for my broken MP3 player, and dig out my good tennis shoes, but have not actually set foot in the gym yet. I know I will feel better when I do, both physically and mentally, but breaking the entropy is difficult. I�ve been trying to recapture where I was mentally when I first started the whole exercise and diet thing, and I remembered that, when I started, I was totally not stressed out at work and was not expending any mental energy during the day. That is not the case now. It�s harder to make yourself go get tired physically when your brain is fried. However, I am going to have to get over that, because I�m not liking the fit of my clothes one iota right now, and I�m not buying more superfat clothes. I bought one pair of jeans, and that�s only because I ripped a hole in another pair that happened to be my favorite. So yeah. I don�t feel like I�ve been much of myself lately�I know I haven�t been writing much, or commenting much, or anything much. I�m going to try to get some dynamite and blast myself out of this silly funk. It�s not like my life is horrible, for fuck�s sake. I�ve had stressful jobs before and not been so antisocial. What I�m hoping is that, by writing about this, it will prove the kick in the ass I need to get back to Happy Fun Loopy�because somehow that seems to happen. At least it worked with Lando�s cat. He was being a little shithead, and then after I wrote about it, he�s been all cute. (This would, of course, have NOTHING to do with the fact that I taught him that the magic words �kitty munchies� would be followed in short order by a tasty snack.) I need to get back on the blogging bus�I have stories to tell. I�ll leave you with one: I went to lunch the other day with my former office-mate. On the way to meet her, I pass by some people standing around discussing various carpet samples laid out on the floor. One of the people had a white cane with a red tip. Yes. A blind guy was helping pick out the carpet. That goes a long way toward explaining why the inside of that building is so tacky.
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