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Long time, No write
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Listening: Post, Bjork
Desiring: company
Aches and Complaints: sore muscles...


Sorry to have been gone so long. I dunno, I'm just not as tied to this journal. Not sure why. Maybe some folks on LJ that I want to make sure to keep up with, something to do with community discussion boards. But mostly I turn to LJ to take out some of my thoughts for a quick stroll. I think it's the locking business, maybe. I've gotten a little to used to using it. And that's after I really thought there's no real reason to hide myself. Mah.

when I turn here I feel like I have nothing to write. I feel like have plenty to talk about, but little desire to really hash it out. Usually when I want to write off the cuff I take it out on LJ. Hardly any reason not to do the same here.

Oh well.

This weekend should, maybe, be a good time to really think out a few things. Molasses has gone to DC on business for some five days and several other friends are either out of town, moving or engaged in a bunch of (Cam) games I don't care to play.

At any rate, I really hope I spend some quality time in my apartment, cleaning. But I know I'm going to be fighting off boredom and loneliness. The price of being a prickly friend. *shrug*

I also hope to get in gear for writing. Thinking about writing is not nearly as satisfying as writing about thinking even if none of you ever say anything.

Werk is werk, however (joy of joys), the director and manager that I had so much trouble with last Q4 have moved out of my department - the director (the worse one, the one that just made me *miserable* instead of merely angry) has *ahem* been transitioned out of a job! Heehee. I shouldn't enjoy this so much. But the scuttlebutt is that he was bad at managing his eyes and hands and while they wanted to make it sound like he was moving into another department (his departure came at the end of a re-org to my department), instead he was out without so much as a good-luck cake. Now if I get a nice raise at this coming new year I might recover some joy for my actual job. Heehee. If you can't beat 'em, out-wait 'em. };>

I dunno...I'm mostly focused on the weekend. I can easily keep busy with all the things I've been meaning to do. But I'm *excellent* at wasting time when left all by myself.

and I really need to think of what else to write about. any suggestions?


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