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So today I am totally rocking out on my to-do list. I've checked reports, corrected reports, sent out other reports. One thing that I absolutely love about my job right now is that I have someone who reports to me for work. It makes me feel so grown-up and professional to have someone who relies on me to give them work. I think maybe I will stick with this career path, I mean I'm good at it, I enjoy it, and I know my field will always exist.

S1 and I had a Habitat meeting during lunch. We're working on the "Ball" that is coming up in February. This committe illustrates the principle that there will always be one of those people on every committee. Except this committee has three of them. One wants this event to be exactly like this other event she has worked on, one seems to be working on it because her husband is a public figure and she needed a cause to support, and the other just gets of my nerves. I've been so busy lately that I haven't really had a chance to work on all the stuff I should have, but I should have more time next week.

Back to work now, I want to have this whole list finished by the time I leave for the night.

Another Day, Another Post

I'm finally over my cold, but I feel like a complete ball of stress right night. More work than usual, a bad time of year all combine to make me feel like I want to vomit all the time.

So let me tell you about my New Year's celebration. I went over to S1-'s solo (guess who had the kids) and a few of us just hung out, had a few drinks, and played some games. S1- and I had talked about how when you go out you end up paying a ton of money either on some cover charge or on the drinks and you end up spending the whole evening with your group anyway. So it makes just as much sense to go over to someone's house where you know you can crash if driving isn't an option and buying a bottle of alcohol is so much cheaper than at any bar.

Saturday an old friend is coming into to town to hang out. I know I've mentioned him before, and sometimes I feel very conflicted about this person. Sometimes it's hard to forget old feelings even if you know they aren't what you really feel anymore. I wish we were more open with one another, I think that's the problem, in my mind we would tell each other everything, but we really don't anymore. Before Christmas I tried to call him when I was upset, not that I wanted his sympathy, but I knew it would be nice to hear a familiar voice. I got his voicemail though, which should have disappointed me, but instead I think I was a little relieved. I doubt I would have had the nerve to say that I was flipping out because it was approaching the anniversary of my father's death and I kept thinking about this one scene in "What Dreams May Come" where he sees his daughter in heaven and I would think about that and think about how D- pretty much said that no matter how sad I was I had to remember that my mother knew my father for much longer than I ever did which made me feel like I was stupid for even thinking about being sad about that whole thing even though I know I have every right to, his saying that just put me on edge around my mother because I didn't want to upset her anymore than necessary. (There's a good Woolf-esque sentence). But I suppose we shall wait until Saturday to see what happens.

What day is today?

Since this is a short week, I keep getting confused as to what day it actually is. This is especially bad as I have some Friday deadlines and I can't keep track of when Friday will be here.

Last night D- was home when I get home because had to meet with the ex. Apparently she has asbestos in her "shack" and the place is being condemmned. Guess what that means? Yep, we get to keep the kids for a few weeks until she can straighten out her situation. There are two ways that this can go. Either it will last a week and she won't be able to handle not having the children, or she will do the standard and not really worry about getting things together so the children will be with us forever. If I were her I would find this a good time to move to Texas (where her new husband is) instead of working on settling further into a life here. Except sometimes I feel like I'm the only one that has any sense of the whole crew.

Is it 5 yet?

Happy New Year to those that actually read this. The holiday season is now behind us which means that my launchcast better stop playing Christmas music every other song. I'm starting out the New Year with only the worst cold known to man. I would say I have the flu but the only way I know to distinguish the two ailments is body aches. So far only my neck has been a little sore so I think that I'm still in cold territory. And once again it's about twelve million degrees in my cube so I really would love to go home and curl up in my nice cool bed. But work beckons. New year, new reports and I have about ten due this week.

More to come later.