A Treasure Found at Home

I am grumpy. There is clearly no question about that anymore. I realize I’m pissed at Tarzan for not wanting to drive home in rush hour to meet me when I’m in his neighborhood so I can return the things I borrowed from him.

Um…he was doing me a favour letting me use the walkie talkie, and now I’m pissed I can’t return it as easily as I want?

I think I’m fighting a cold, I woke up with a bit of a sore throat, and that’s the crux of the grumpiness.

That, or the fact that I just found out I’ve only got another week and a half at work. OK, it’s not even that I only have a week and a half left, it’s that it means I’ll have to be looking for work again. Which is the Worst Thing Ever for me. Not just the stress of looking or the nervousness of interviews, not just wondering how I’m going to make rent… but having to talk to my parents almost every day and have them ask me if I have a job yet and did I check the newspaper (no, they don’t advertise for my sort of work in the newspaper) and have I talked to so and so who works for that company I don’t like which is way too far away from where I live to be a feasible choice since I don’t have a car–but none of that matters I should talk to him anyhow.

*sigh*

Maybe it’s both the cold and the lack of job.

I fell asleep reading last night. Still with my clothes on and lights on and computer on and downloading something. Lucky for me, I’ve got so much to do with Shambhala I’ll still feel sort of busy. Though I’m pining for that laptop again.

Out Of Work Vows

• I will leave the house at least once a day.
• I will sit.
• I will sew some.
• I will knit more.
• I will clean up the house a bit and maybe reorganize.

BigD says: I don’t think you can pine after a mechanical object. [pause] Well, maybe you can.