I need to update the column at BackWash. But, I haven’t come up with anything that makes me feel charged up to write. Plenty of links piling up.
Another hour before I get to leave for another 6 hours of Christmas shoppers. Some days when I’m there I get really fed up. But, it’s not horrible really. I’ve had jobs I liked less. I’ve had jobs I liked better too. So, at the end of January when the big move happens I’ll see what comes along. Not that I’m going to let things slide and settle into place for me. There are just too many balls up in the air right now.
I’m also waiting to hear from GlamKitty. Makes me sick to think what the worst news could be and that it could have happened. I’m hoping so much that she’s just busy with the move.
Kind of chilly here but I could get off my butt and get a sweater. I was warmer before I changed for work. This T-shirt deal just isn’t working for me. They call it a golf shirt, but it’s really just a glorified T-shirt. Short sleeves don’t do anything for me. Plus short sleeves all year round don’t work. Maybe for those cute girls at work, all slim and cute.
Is it really a good thing that people seem to think I’m 24? I don’t mind. But I have this dread that it will all suddenly catch up with me. I’ll be stuck with some Dorian Grey deal. What a lovely picture that would be. Still, it’s easier to take turning 39 this year if people still think I’m more than 10 years younger. Plus, as I just thought, at least I only look young, they don’t say I act that way. At least not in a negative way.
Well, that’s enough contemplation.. once you start thinking about how old you really are it’s time to get distracted FAST! 🙂