Reprieve
Wes's work worries turned out to be paper tigers. His fears were generally dispelled on Friday--though, his friends did not all fare as well. I am relieved, nonetheless.
I received my Diary-X Mug in the mail today. It's lovely. Stephen did a bang-up job on those. I am looking forward to keeping it in a place of honor on my desk at work.
We went to the park and took a stroll today, despite the breezy, overcast weather. I am still weirded-out by the fact that this park is sitting in the middle of the city, with these massive, cement-ringed ponds in it. In the desert. Even stranger is the fact that 20-30 men were sitting in lawn chairs with fishing poles on the sidewalk edge of the pond, fishing for trout and other small fish--which they intended to eat. How revolting is that? The ponds had all manner of trash floating in them, along with the usual waterfowl. Ugh.
We hit a dollar store in my old neighborhood. It was pure gold for our website. I still have a couple of reviews to write from last week, but I am looking forward to detailing the atrocities of this place. Wow. Just, wow.
I think I need a vacation. All I can think about lately is getting out. Out of town, out of this apartment, out of this hairstyle, or just out of the clothes I have on. I am restless and growing impatient with the status quo. I feel caged.
The only contentment I feel is in my marriage. I am pretty happy with the way things are going between Wes and me. I do wish we had more time to be together, though. Work eats up a lot of time.
And, where the hell is the McRib? Last year, it was back around January 7. What the hell? I am certainly not loving this bullshit. It takes so little to please me, and I am being denied.
Life has a way of re-prioritizing for you. It's funny: one of the staples of my daily life used to be talking to 'Nanners during the day. He would cheer me up when I felt crappy, or say something that was really thought-provoking or funny, or both. I could always count on him to pick me up during the day, though I didn't usually have to ask him for it. He was a voice of reason for me, since we agreed on many things. It's nice to have someone agree with you, sometimes.
But, I haven't even spoken to the guy--not an instant message, or an email--since I started working up at Alliance again. That was in the beginning of January. He was like a rush of cold water that sort passed over and evaporated. Kind of weird, but that's how most of my associations with people go.
Sometimes I wonder if that was a conscious decision on his part. Making friends with a friend's wife can be weird territory. I hope that is not the case.
I am fatigued.
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