What’s for lunch?
What day of the week is it today? Oh yes, that's right, Wednesday. I lose track. I woke up the other night completely confused for 5 or 6 seconds. I had no idea where I was... yet I was in my own bed... at home. Odd. I think that has only happened once or twice in my life and I don't remember it happening in a familiar place with recognizable features. My mother and sister drove into town late Sunday night. They probably arrived around 1:00 in the morning. I waited up, then stayed up later visiting and such. Each night this week, I've not been to bed before two aye emm. Monday night, we all went out for MeatCake™ at Perry's. Other than the bill being north of three bones, it was fabulous. My boss and his boss are having dinner there tonight with their wives. I was formally invited, but I have no "date". I would/will (I haven't decided) be the proverbial 5th wheel. I went to renew the registration on my truck and motorcycle yesterday morning and attempted to have the truck state inspection done. Apparently there is some sort of conspiracy with the dealership such that I have to take it in to their computer system to interface with the diagnostic hooty. I really don't know much about that sort of thing. I just want it to work. I'll probably go at lunch today to take care of it... what a hassle. Mom and Camron left yesterday after a short one and a half day visit. The holidays are hard. Everyday is hard, but the holidays are especially difficult because they are generally filled with people going out of their way to spend time with one another and spread good cheer. They are filled with fond memories of a life I had and lost. I'm done with my Christmas shopping. Many people that would have normally received a gift from me are not and many that probably wouldn't normally receive a gift from me are... and, my gift-ation has run the largest gambit of financial diversity ever this year. I completely understand the concept of "it's the thought that counts", but for some reason this year I went whacko with the gifting. So, if you are someone that received or receives a gift that is a little eccentric, don't ask questions because I don't really understand what the hell I was doing anyway. Oh, and I am not a fan of the legacy post system, so you are not likely to receive anything from my on time unless I can deliver it to you by hand. The mere thought of standing in line at the post office and dealing with the ordeal of getting a box shipped is overwhelming and makes me what to do shots. I'm going on a diet. Well, I am thinking about going on a diet. I'm getting soft where I shouldn't be. I spent my morning at a customer site installing EPROMs in web switching management modules for their application switches. Tedium and not the norm for me. I have often thought of blogging this week, but it just hasn't happened. I am really struggling to maintain the happy face for the people in my life within range to see it. I'm really unhappy. There it is.
MeatCake™ in a box :)
There’s nothing wrong with being unhappy. Well, obviously there is, but it’s a completely normal state sometimes and you should not feel guilty or concerned or any other thing about it. You will get through the holidays and things will start to get better - they certainly will. You can’t force it either, I don’t think. Maybe you just have to roll with it and even wallow in it in order to begin to heal. I don’t know. I just made that up, but maybe there’s some truth in it…
I can’t begin to know how difficult and painful it is for you right now, but as always, am wishing you better days and all good wishes.
You don’t have to be or even appear happy. Nobody should ever expect you to. Fucking bah-humbug.
P.S. I’ll do shots with you.
well at least you are honest…
nothing worse than someone who is totally fucked up trying to tell you he is “just fine"…
it’s such a time waster…
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