I am not worried. I am not overly concerned.


August 12, 2012 :: 7:56 PM

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I hand over the keys to the restaurant’s kingdom to my replacement. If she can make it through the hell that is a Monday, she’ll be just fine. Peachy keen, even. It’s a big step for me… from admitting that my health is at risk to forcing the issue. I’m thrilled to be down to one company. Hopefully I can get everything I’ve been thinking about for the past two years done…

I’m proud to admit that I haven’t needed an ativan in two weeks.

I’m have a private fencing lesson on Tuesday to decide if I need to go back to foil and practice the fundamentals more. I want to learn épée - always have - but I’m kind of on the fence right now. (HA! Did you see what I did there?) I spent a bunch of money on the lamé and foil so I could fence electrically. I mean, there’s no reason I couldn’t fence both, but I don’t know. I used to think I’d want to compete, but I never built the self-confidence I’d need to compete at SFC. Maybe things will be better/different enough at CFC.

I had no idea that Opt+E + whatever letter you wanted accented gave you an acute accent (or since we’re all about the french today, l’accent agut. WHY THE HELL DO I REMEMBER WEIRD SHIT LIKE THAT?!)

I had to move my CMA exam to the end of October. I’m lacking the discipline to sit down and study right now. With the restaurant and everything, there’s just too much going on for me to give it the time it needs. A little disappointed in myself, but the company I bought the study guides from promises that I will pass on the first try… Right now, I’m guaranteed to fail unless I have a lot of lucky guesses. I have barely looked at the study guides.  It’s just not happening. I’ve wanted to get my CMA since I first heard of it. I had to pass on grad school for what’s probably the last time, but I can do this. The time commitment isn’t as psychotic and I think those three little letters would look real purdy after my name. 

J went to the Cape this weekend for JAWSFest and was miserable the entire time. I felt so bad for him… so we’re having a nice long Labor Day weekend away from the kids and then I start my staycation. MY FIRST VACATION IN TWO YEARS. I have no idea what I’ll do with all that time off. Probably be bored to tears. Most likely, I’ll go through the shit ton of pictures I’ve taken over the last year and post them to FB or whatever. I may finally finish my new site. I kind of lost steam when I started getting sick…

Who knows. I’ll probably do nothing but sit on the couch in my jammies and read Shenny fanfic. I still haven’t figured out what the writers’ endgame is with them. Jim and Kaley have amazing chemistry on the screen, and if he weren’t gay, I’d place good money on them hooking up outside of work.  But, you know, he likes boys and she’s not one, so that sucks. The thing that cracks me up about the fanfic is it gets very pr0ny, very quickly. I suppose after 5 seasons of watching them play this sort of emotional chess, you really do want them to just hop in the sack. Shit, if any character could get Sheldon in the sack, it would have to be Penny, since Amy Farrah Fowler can’t get it done. But, I just don’t see Penny easily convincing Sheldon to do something so… unsanitary.

(Why, yes, since you asked, I CANNOT wait for October to come around so I can drool over Even Peters again… I miss AHS. Even if it’s a completely different story/time/characters. I’m a little bummed Violate is over, but you know there will be some other ship I can jump on. It’s also a long ass time until Catching Fire comes out - but I am LOVING the cast they’ve announced so far.)

I tried watching anime for the first time this weekend. Something called “Soul Eater.” Basically, all I got out of it was boobs. Very weird, those Japanese.

J’s sister is here, so I’ve basically sequestered myself in my office. It’s the introvert in me doing the equivalent of pregaming, for want of a better word. I have to be “on” all week with the new hire so I’m trying to build up the energy reserves I’ll need to get through training her. It’s going to be a long week. A VERY long week. Unfortunately, I will be bring my ativan… and heart meds… you never know when you’re going to spaz out, right?

*sigh*

One day at a time…