9.29.2005

Bah. Humbug. Already.

I hate this time of year.

Yesterday was sunny and hot and brilliant blue skies. Last night was there was a massive storm and power failures. Today is chilly and cloudy and bleh. The degree of change in Texas weather always sucks worse than a Hoover, but this time it's affecting me more than usual.

Summertime is my time - the hot weather, the sun shining, the ability to do whatever you want either outside or inside. Swimming, camping, road trips, shorts and flip flops. Green grass and flowers. Warm skin and cold iced tea. Heaven.

Fall and winter invariably depress me year after year. I can't figure out if it's the fact that I feel stifled during those seasons from being indoors all the time, if it's the tempature (anything below 70 is miserable for me), if it's the bulky clothes and layers, if it's the lack of sun and warmth, or if it's all of the above.

Waking up to slate gray skies and chilly temps this morning gave me a good snapshot into how bad this winter will be, mentally. It's not looking good, folks. I'm in a rotten mood and keep thinking that I need to move (again) before November, preferrably either to the desert or a small, tropical island nation.

I should have taken that transfer, dammit.

picked from the vine by sv @ 9:53 AM |

9.15.2005

Famous Last Words

For the love of Pete, folks, I've tried my hardest to not be so post-lazy. Well, maybe not the hardest I could have, but certainly had some effort toward being better about updating the 'Swinger. And by "effort" I mean a passing thought complete with little guilt goblins hurling bean bags at my head that have the word "WRITE!" emboidered upon them.

In other words, not very hard at all. But the guilt is there, and that's all that matters, right?

No?

Ok.

Sorry.

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Small nugget o' fun:
I landed a promotion while having a mild concussion that made me not quite right in the head. Note to self - next time want new job, hit self in head with hammer. It seems to work out pretty well.

picked from the vine by sv @ 4:52 PM |