seriously. i got laid off last year, twice. due to forces beyond anyones immediate control. no problem, time for freelance. i had a very very nice summer and fall. i worked, but it was not hectic.

so, going back to my old job for a few months must have rubbed the monkey's tummy, because now i'm trying to figure out how i'm possibly going to do all the work that people want me to do.

i don't want to jinx anything. and the problem is that i want to do it all. it's good. time to get kickin.

i still don't know who won survivor. i've been successful on the media blackout so far. only a couple of hours left and then i'll know. (scheduling conflict with dave, so we are on a one day delay).

i'll stop reporting my tv watching. my weekend was fairly quiet getting ready for the interview today. fairly. there was a tequila shot in there somewhere, and buck had his last doggy class. we won the weiner race!!! (kinda like an egg on a spoon race, we had vienna sausage on a spoon races, and you had to have the dog's leash in the same hand as the spoon. buck was very good at staying close to the weiner.)

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because this is what i come back to time and again. i've mentioned it before, and probably will numerous more times.

i know there's a quiet place to be found.

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the elves are getting on my nerves again. the elves cause problems, dinners to burn, etc etc. they also sit in my psyche playing poker and stinking things up with cigar smoke. and it seems that the times i'm more inclined to post here are when i can't get them to shut up.

it sort of feels like *I* am basically fine, but my subconscious is slightly depressive with OCD. because really i am basically fine. granted i had a little outburst because the crap in the basement (the piles and piles of it) finally got to me last night. this resulted in quickly and inelegantly re-arranging one end of the basement. which resulted in pissing off b., who is more patient than i could ever be. i do feel much better now that i can get to the washer and dryer without gymnastics.

i have much more tolerance for mess than my mother, but clean and tidy not only makes me happy, but it calms me down. i think mostly because if it's a mess i feel like i am the one responsible for cleaning it up, hence there is work to do and i can't relax. my work offices (like at actual work, not at home) are spotless and organized. it's the only way i'm not distracted by "just a little straightening up". welcome to my personal crazy.

and i don't know. the fucking elves are riding me this morning. it's the feeling that something is wrong. that life as i know it is going to explode. that the goodness will evaporate. seriously, i'm generally a happy person, i don't like the elves. they can be a little overwhelming. in theory this could be related to pms, and in theory i have a prescription solution. we'll see how that all flies, because today's elves are not pms. (i do not like how stress manifests itself in the last couple of years, not at all).

anyway. TMI i suppose.

the weekend consisted of nasty food poisoning from our local haunt, not good. and doing tons of yardwork and susbsequently having to rent a truck to take the detritus from said yardwork to the dump. a "little gardening" doesn't seem to be easy or cheap.

and speaking of weird things, this morning i also had a vague urge to actually finish war and peace. part of the ongoing theme in my head of vaguely wanting to read some of the stuff (oh, like homer) that i didn't quite get to during college and the lit degree.

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weekends are not long enough. even if i don't have a job to go back to on monday, i just need more days for approved lounging. today was ANZAC seattle day, the day every year that the aussie crowd gets together for a bit of a cricket match. it also happened to be day in the life picture day on flickr. i really wanted to take pics at doggie obedience this morning, but we barely made it and i was totally not organized enough because i waited for the last minute to leave. *had* i been organized you would have also been able to see a bunch of dogs with a sickly green tint (due to the plastic barn) running around or laying in the sawdust. come to think of it you can probably imagine the dog class just fine.

at least day in the life wasn't yesterday. yesterday mostly involved knitting in bed, home depot, and pulling the toilet up.

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