*An insincere, contemptible, or impertinent imitation of something worthwhile.
Sunday, March 21, 1999
This is last thing I should be doing, sitting here pecking away on a keyboard. All the hours I've been working have left me sorrowfully behind in all areas of my private life. Obviously, my writing has been all but nonexistent, but that's only the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. I am caught up on laundry, but I still need to vacuum the entire house, put away the dishes I washed yesterday, and move the new couch where I want it, all along with a list of a hundred other things I need to do but won't go into detail here. Oh yeah, by the way, I finally have me a couch to lounge around on. My grandma was wanting to get rid of it, so I'm the lucky owner of a like-new, heavy, hide-a-bed couch. And it matches perfectly the colors of my living room, as if that would have mattered. My truck is nearly a thousand miles overdue for an oil change, and the camper and motorcycle license stickers need renewed. I still haven't replaced the cdrom drive on this, my desktop, that took a shit on me a while back, and oh, the list could go on forever. Do I feel guilty about sitting here though? No way! I don't have my daughter this weekend, so it's nice to just relax; to let things pile up even more! Massive doses of overtime at work are again in store for next week it looks like, so who knows if I'll ever get caught up. . . Have a Nice Day! |