@Wudan07

Tomorrow morning I’m starting my new schedule, back on the day shift. Like the change in location 6 months ago, it all happened so suddently, and, if you’ll check my blog, couldn’t have happened at a better time.

Of all people, I thought Sukie would have been the most excited, because she has been without a full-time husband for so long. The need for me to work at nights has passed, and it’s been time for me to come back to a normal person’s schedule for a while.

EDIT: Oh, and what do you think about the blog title graphic? Pretty cool, right?

When I woke this morning I was bitterness personified. I checked the clock, it was a little after 10am. I needed to blow off some steam, big time.

I wanted to hit the gym before somebody got hurt.

When I’m angry the stereo doesn’t get loud enough, the car doesn’t go fast enough – it’s all against me, and I’m no good in a fight.

I thought about what the world is, what’s wrong with it, what’s wrong with me, why we are the way we are. I asked myself, “Am I getting depressed again?”

I say “again”, because we all do, and we all get in funks that we can’t seem to get out of. However, I would have to say that it’s the things I can’t control that get me down.

I don’t feel down. Things are gonna change, I can feel it, I said to myself.

So I ran 1.5 miles, did 80 crunches, and called it a day.

Later, things got really good, but I’ve been asked to keep things hush hush until Thursday, so I’ll keep it at that.

Ok, I am not done. This is a new entry.

And now it’s done.

I got my new headphones today. Everything else has been downhill.

Work has been murder, playing telephone with your superiors is just BS. I don’t ever talk about my work here (hardly ever), but today just sucks. I could trade this job in for one that gives me two whole fucking weekend days with my wife and five fabulous nights a week. Do you comprehend how much time that is with my loved ones?

Ok, so how to get somewhere else. It occured to me today that getting somewhere else starts with finishing my education. 2 goddamn tests. Fine, I’ll do it. I can picture about a dozen scenarios, even of them as likely as the next, as to how things are going to turn out here, and I don’t like any of them. At the very least my headphones drown out the rest of the world.

Oh me.

So my son is wearing eyepatches again, not fulltime this time around, but for 6 hours a day, which isn’t too bad.

The first day we were going to put them on, I almost didn’t. He’s just too goddamn cute to wear an eyepatch. It’s amazing how straight his eyes are now, though, and once the tan line goes away he’ll be drop dead gorgeous, a real lady killer. He may have to change his name, though.

I am goddamn addicted to oatmeal, it’s clearly the best goddamn food in the world, half the food I consume is oatmeal. They say it’s really good for your heart and skin or something. I just think it’s really good.

Here, at work, surrounded by all this goddamn technology, looking at the Quaker Oats guy, I think he may be on to something. Either that, or he’s saying, “You’re gonna by my oatmeal!”

My superior, who’s a cool guy, was watching an episode of Deadwood during his lunch. So, the F* word is kinda stuck in my brain right now.

I *will* go to the gym tomorrow. And I swear to Jeebus I’m gonna leave 5 pounds there, for Jimmy’s sakes.

I’m mad as goddamn hell, and I’m f*ing tired of the bullshit in my life.

I’m pretty sure if you googled that last line you’d probably get mostly blogs. People blog about their lives, most of them are about life, aren’t they?

I get it, and I’m done. Blogging.

For tonight.

So, theorb77 says, “I’d like to play some Diablo II. Let’s play some.”

I say, “Sure, I’ll play some.” That was like 3 or 4 weeks ago. He’s like a level 17 Barbarian named PukeFace or something. I’ve been spoonfeeding the bastard the better part of his Sigon’s set. But he’s AWOL. The rat bastard ditched me, installed Kubuntu, and hasn’t been able to get his Diablo II to cooperate with WINE.

Me? I’ve got a Level 40 Sorceress named WudanAbsolut and a level 12 Barbarian named ThorAbsolut. I’ve been taking breaks from Diablo II to play WarCraft III, since I’ve recently dumped the human race and moved on to necrophilia (ie, I play the ‘undead’ race now.) I’d been playing against really cheap computer opponents when I decided to kick it up and play against a Normal computer at full health. I whomped him, huzzah.

So like, yeah, this is the lamest damn post ever.

At least I did my chores around the house and ate some delicious oatmeal, which is my food of choice, as of late.

EDIT: Theorb is really pathetic.

Well, I’d like to see Serenity now. hehe, Serenity Now! It’s got a lot of good buzz, which is what I hear Mr. Whedon was hoping for. What else has he done again? <g>

Anyway, last night we had some good Mexican Food at La Frontera. I ate a lot of chips and salsa before they brought out our water, and my eyes were seriously watering.

Oh and I bought some drawing pencils and a small sketch pad, and an ArtGum eraser. I sketched up a little pumpkin already.

Later, we hung out with Antigone and theorb77, and basically just BSed til late in to the night.

And now I’ve woken up, and I’m blogging.

And now I’m done.

Addendum: theorb77 helped me pick out some nice headphones last night: Sennheiser HD 212‘s – they’re gonna be friggin sweet. When they get here. Which isn’t for like 10 days.

I watch too much TV.

Oh, and my son’s eye is blood red because sometimes the cure is worse than the poison.

He had a surgery, Sukie nearly fainted, and everything is pretty much tough to deal with from here on in.

However, Sukie and I have resolved to purchase a house some time next year, preferably in the first half of the year, and get the hell out of our shrinking apartment.

I watched Final Fantasy: Advent Children last weekend … like twice … it’s such a good movie. Oh and I watched “The Rock” yesterday. I love that movie.

There’s a ton of buzz about last weeks Lost Premiere, and a lot of discussion about the things down that hatch.

I’m obsessed. Somebody on the Lost-Tv.com forums said they saw a Feng Shui compass, but that’s not what it is at all – it’s actually a Bagua, or at least, a rendition of one. I asked theorb77 if he saw it, but he didn’t. It’s in several spots, including Desmond’s jumpsuit, which is the hardest to spot.

Jumpsuit
Jumpsuit (detail/enhanced)
On the Medicine Cabinet
On a pillar, as Desmond looks towards the Hatch

Yes it will, yes it will.

Ah, Belafonte’s Calypso album always takes me back to those extremely long car trips with my family. I’m sad to say, I’ll be on my way …

This year’s Christmas name-drawing has turned out to be marred by disaster and scandal, and caused my Sukie more than her share of distress. I’ve decided that Sukie and I are not going to be participating in the name-drawing this year: our names are to be withdrawn. I guess Christmas, for some people, means drama, and a competition to see who can be the most bitter and selfish.

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about these things lately, what pulls people apart, what pulls people together, why does anything go the way it goes. Sukie and I were listening to talk radio and they were airing some dramatic peices on the air. One of them was a husband and wife arguing, and at one of his outbursts, he revealed the reason why we’re so fat in this country: food is the only thing left that brings us any pleasure.

Isn’t it though? Well, that, and finding out what was down that damn hatch – I’ll be pleased if the rest of the season is as good.