chirp chirp
it's not the middle of the night yet, but i can feel it from here. i was trying to finish a bottle of heineken and drift off to sleep, but there is a cricket somewhere very near a door or window to my house and it seems to be performing a filibuster of sorts. so here i am. a nudge away from the middle of the night and wide fucking awake. guess i'll fill you in on my life these days...
i finally, after all this time, post-thesis completion, decided it was time to get a real job and someone actually gave me one. i start my new role as a drug/alcohol counselor/educator in one week. thank god. while the dreadful days of serving coffee tended to give me something to write (bitch) about from time to time, my love for it has long since been on the wane. and the bar... well, how long can one really do that as a (nearly) sole means of income. respect and empathy to those who do it for years and years... i can't do it. anyway... i am very very excited about this new position. it is exactly what i love to do and the only thing i can imagine myself doing since teaching is not yet an option. i am just so delighted by the idea of a real paycheck again, never mind the fact that i will be doing something i love and am fairly good at.
ok... what else? i have recently taken up golf as a new addiction. hobby. whatever. i bought myself a set of clubs for my birthday; mostly because alicia loves to golf and i had never really pursued it as a potential recreational pasttime. i bought the clubs partly because they were pink and partly because i told alicia 7 months ago that i wanted her to teach me to golf. well, she has taught me to golf and the damn game might send me into deep deep debt. costly little game, it is. but i absolutely love it. and alicia and our golfing friends say i am really good at it. i think they just want to make sure i keep playing. but i choose to believe them.
well, i am boring myself to tears with this, so i think i'll stop now. soon something really annoying or funny is going to happen to me, and i will return to tell that story. but for now i am going to try to get sleepy. someone is going to have to silence that damn cricket.
i finally, after all this time, post-thesis completion, decided it was time to get a real job and someone actually gave me one. i start my new role as a drug/alcohol counselor/educator in one week. thank god. while the dreadful days of serving coffee tended to give me something to write (bitch) about from time to time, my love for it has long since been on the wane. and the bar... well, how long can one really do that as a (nearly) sole means of income. respect and empathy to those who do it for years and years... i can't do it. anyway... i am very very excited about this new position. it is exactly what i love to do and the only thing i can imagine myself doing since teaching is not yet an option. i am just so delighted by the idea of a real paycheck again, never mind the fact that i will be doing something i love and am fairly good at.
ok... what else? i have recently taken up golf as a new addiction. hobby. whatever. i bought myself a set of clubs for my birthday; mostly because alicia loves to golf and i had never really pursued it as a potential recreational pasttime. i bought the clubs partly because they were pink and partly because i told alicia 7 months ago that i wanted her to teach me to golf. well, she has taught me to golf and the damn game might send me into deep deep debt. costly little game, it is. but i absolutely love it. and alicia and our golfing friends say i am really good at it. i think they just want to make sure i keep playing. but i choose to believe them.
well, i am boring myself to tears with this, so i think i'll stop now. soon something really annoying or funny is going to happen to me, and i will return to tell that story. but for now i am going to try to get sleepy. someone is going to have to silence that damn cricket.
posted by shelly at 8/22/2008 01:01:00 AM
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