No Christmas
I'm not doing Christmas this year. Forget it. It is too much of a pain
in the ass. I was going over to my parent's house and doing it, but I'm
just not going to. I give up.
New Year's Resolution
Well, so far so good. I must be the only person in history to have kept
a new year's resolution and didn't even want to. It seems like
yesterday that I wrote the words in the blog
entry. I can't tell you why I did it. Between depression and
pessimism I wrote a tongue in cheek promise. Now that it is nearly one
full year later, I don't feel one way or the other about it. I don't
believe in jinxing yourself by saying something. I do believe you can
affect your own attitude greatly by what you say. I have not been on a
real date all year. I've not gone out and made myself available very
much. At some point, I think I stopped caring. I'll have to remember
when I'm on my deathbed, at <cough>123 years old, that I stopped
making the effort at 35.
So, what should my next years resolution be? I seem to have good luck
making them work. How about typing slower and making less mistakes. How
about reading more, take a vacation, get proper amounts of sleep, or
eat properly. I might be able to pull one of those off as well as I did
this year's resolution.
Today
It is a beautiful day outside. It is ice cold, the coldest day of the
year. I feel pretty good. Some one at my day job was complaining about
having to buy several bereavement cards lately. Praise God, I haven't
needed one in a while.
I have oatmeal raisin cookie doe sitting on my desk. I bought it from
one of the parents at work who's kid needs money for school that my
taxes won't cover. It was over priced. I may leave it in the freezer
until I forget how old it is and throw it out.
The music on Radio Paradise
is good. They do a good job.
I felt depressed at work. I cannot explain why. Between other's
happiness and my lack of drive, I just fell apart.
It seems like I have to fix everything before it will just work lately.
Some things are supposed to work properly out of the box. Not for
Kelly.It's one of those days.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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