that it has been way too long since I've written a real post.
right now, I have to pee.
and my mouth is dry.
And I'm hungry(sorta).
and my muscles are tired from working out and tired from having a cold.
So I should go and take care of some of those issues before I actually attempt to amuse or
enlighten (ha!) or
I am back.
Well that was just a whole truck fulla fun.
Actually, I'm also realizing that my mirth is missing.
I am mirthless.
I have been de-mirthed.
It's ok, I think.
I would just like to apologize for not being very interesting.
But I'm not going to.
see, that was a joke!
I'm like, back or something.
I'm holding my breath...
I might start an actual JOB soon.
It's sort of nothing, but sort of big.
I say that a lot, don't I?
It's just that (my boys say that a lot...I should cut back. sorry, end of interuption.)
I forgot my
I lost my train of thought.
That's what happened to my head.
The job is fairly inconsequential on some levels,
and will hopefully be minimal hours (yes, I'm still lazy!),
it's a step.
My university's newspaper needs writers.
I am perfect for it.
But, you know...it holds expectations, and that's never good.
So on Monday I'll have an interview, but I think it's a formality.
There are probably people who actually need the job for the money,
and that's certainly a better motivator than "I want practice for bigger and better things."
I used to be the best employee on the PLANET.
but then I got talked into this whole housewife shctick and, I dunno...
it's kinda nice having no one to answer to, nowhere to be.
expectations make me queasy, when viewed from a distance.
it's a tiny little paper for a big university.
but it'll look good on a resume...and teach me some things.
busy week coming up.
people, places, things...
ok, not really.
they mostly just exist.
I suddenly feel like Michael Scott from The Office.
maybe that's because it's the episode where he procrastinates his work...
and I can relate to that.
I don't suck like he does.
I suck in a much more pleasing manner.
this was supposed to be a fun post.
I'm really excited about the job prospect.
I think I'm just pouting.
Because mr. husband is cruising into hour 4 of god damned mother fucking World of Warcraft.
I don't begrudge him his leisure, I really don't.
It's just that...
he is so focused on it.
and I'm like a spoiled child...
all I want is for him to.
ok, fuck this.
I'm not doing this here.
I'm going to watch this rerun of one of my favorite 4400 episodes and go to sleep.