ohmygod, i’m so tired today. no idea why. i was in bed before ten and didn’t get up until six-thirty. too much sleep, you say? lies! there is no such thing. nope. sleep is manna from heaven. (and that, my friends, is as close to anything passion-related as i’ll get on here).
i’m feeling very antsy lately, yet i’m also somewhat stagnant. i need to clean my house, but i’m overwhelmed by the number of tasks into doing nothing. i need to start my huge assignment, but i can’t bring myself to even think about where to begin. it’s frustrating, and it’s driving me crazy. CRAZY!
oh, i’m going to see vancouver vs. ottawa next weekend. yippee! my favourite team against my east team. this is going to rock! this is also going to be a record. three hockey games in one season. all of them free. how lucky am i? c’mon, just how lucky am i? well, since you asked. i’m so lucky that my bestest jeremy sent me a lovely bloo router to bolster my sagging geek cred; i received a somewhat tardy, but wholly appreciated valentine from fellow blogger erika; and, i’m one slip of paper away from filing for my biggest tax refund ever! of course, it’s going to responsible things like bills, but i can still be excited about it, right?
it’s so fucking beautiful out today. bloo sky, warm enough to go without a jacket, light breeze. and i’m stuck in here looking out at it. it’s actually kind of cruel. we really should get an exemption from work on these kinds of days. the company can consider it a morale incentive. freshly-aired employees make for more productive employees! maybe i’ll submit a suggestion to that effect. while i’m at it, i might as well ask for that margerita bar and on-staff masseur.
dunno bout that. i get more air than i know what to do with at work and I’m still grumpy and irritable after about 8 hours. ESPECIALLY when I gotta come back home thru vancouver. seriously. what is wrong with the drivers in ur city? are they not happy with life? do they no longer want their cars? what?!? cuz this one broad who cant merge is lucky to be alive today, I tell u what. AND she gave me the finger for bein nice enough to dodge half into the lane beside me, freakin the shit out of about 7 other drivers, shiftin my load forward, setting my brake slack adjusters, spillin my coffee and burnin myself with a smoke… all so I didnt grind that pos honda of hers into metal shavings on the concrete merge wall. you’d have to see it to truely understand just how close I came to killin this chick because of a dumbass move on her part. and she flips me off for lettin her live. one of these days people I’m not gonna move for you. 80 thousand lbs heavy. you can slow down and speed up alot easier than me. dont.. screw.. with.. trucks..