Sunday, September 29, 2013

The day after

girl, look at that body…

Oh, Sherlockians…


My 20th high school reunion is this weekend. I am not there for a number of reasons.

The most important of which is probably the most obvious as well.

I hated high school.

I don’t know what went wrong - I had friends. I had a good time. Life was mostly good.

But in the end it didn’t leave me with that warm, fuzzy feeling college did.

Plus, from what I can tell, Jenn’s death has cast a long shadow over the get together…

As it should.

I’m still wrestling with the fact that another member of the class of 1993 has died from cancer.

Was there something in the water when I was growing up?

How many more of us are carrying ticking time bombs?


When I was let go two weeks ago, I decided to use a combination of GTD and the Unschedule to organize my unpaid third vacation and make myself more productive than I was the last two times.

So far, I’ve failed miserably.

Of course, as is well documented here, I’ve been feeling sorry for myself, letting my depression get the better of me, and that’s just not cool.

Today, I feel better than I have in a while. I’m hoping that momentum carries forward into tomorrow. I have an interview with a recruiter and I don’t need to blow it like I did on Friday with a different recruiter.



I suppose it’s time to get back to Logan’s sweater… I’ve been kicking ass with it and it will be done by the time I meet with my knitting group on Tuesday. It has to be. I’m going to need some help from C - I can’t remember how to do a three-needle bind off. *grin*

Posted by Matty on 09/29 at 10:24 AM
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