*Deep breath*
Is it only Tuesday? Dear God. How can the months peel by and the individual days have the weight of weeks? I came home and ate junk for 5 (or 10) straight minutes. I really want to go to the bar, get a burger, fries, and beer but I won't let myself. I need to shake it up a bit but I also don't really feel like talking to anyone. Not even to make nice and give them my order. It's the sort of feeling I know evaporates as soon as I sit down but it's a powerful force to overcome in getting me out the door and on to the barstool.
I think I've given up on Philly. I was walking home, enjoying the outline of the buildings against the blue dusk sky and I had a thought so loud, it sounded like a voice. It said, "He's not here." So sometime this week, I might check into the vacancies that might be available in Summer 2010. I'm not thinking of leaving out of spite, I'm just bored already with work so I may as well seek the next adventure. It also puts a sense of urgency on things as this then would be my last Philly fall.
I've been thinking about the company a person keeps and how even as an adult, it influences your behavior and attitudes. But now I need to think about putting on shoes and walking the dog.
Also, I set up my circa 1997 video camera to make Skid Mark think he might be on camera when he comes in the house. I've lost my damn mind. I even cut out a piece of red rubber to put over the record light so that a casual glance would suggest it's recording. Really insane. I don't know what I need but something's got to give. I'm becoming weird(er).
2 comments:
i don't mean to encourage your behavior, but setting up a camera and making it appear as if it's on is fantastic! I would so do the same thing.
Where are you thinking of looking to move?
OP, you're awesome for supporting my crazy on this dog walking business. :-) RE: moving, I don't know where I'd go. I figure I'll take a look at the vacancies and see if anything speaks to me.
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