What a nice break I had at home.

I’d write more about it, but apparently nobody can work here at the office while I’m away. So things didn’t get sent out the way they were supposed to just before Christmas Eve, and I was stuck cleaning up the mess. Here we are today, New Year’s Eve, still scrambling to pick up the pieces.

Once these things are off our plate, my life should quiet down again, enough to not feel guilty making time for the gym over time for movies, enough so that I can pick up a book more complicated than Harry Potter and thoroughly enjoy it.

Anyway, I have a few resolutions, but I’m hoping that my boss will give us the day off tomorrow so I can get some more things in order (and write a proper entry). Until then…  Happy New Year!

I can hardly believe that in less than a week, Christmas will be here!!

We still have so much to do at work. We won’t make deadline (there is no conceivable way to make it before the 24th), so I won’t have as much time off as I’d like. But things will workout. I know they will.

I have a few great things planned in Janaury, so that’s something, too. New Year’s Eve plans still aren’t set, but they’re formulating. There are exciting things going on in Atlanta–the terracotta army exhibit at the High, Cirque du Soleil at Atlantic Station. There will be so much to do.

For now, I need to focus and get through the next six days before I can go home. Six more days of work. That’s it. 

An interesting thing that happened: someone really liked my wetsuit picture on Flickr. I’m simply standing akimbo in a full rubber 3/4 inch wetsuit. All covered up. Wearing an underarmor shirt for extra protection. Not sexy, provocative, or alluring at all. The wetsuit gives me extra bulk, and I look four months pregnant, tired, and disheveled in the picture. But I noticed that the picture had gotten 76 views overnight. Excited, thinking I had somehow gained extra followers for my Flickr albums, I clicked to see who had favorited the pic… and the person, whom I don’t know, had nothing up. Then confused, I clicked that person’s description, only to be told that he was a wetsuit fetishist.

Ew.

So, do I take the picture down? Or laugh this off?

I had a good weekend. This makes me happy.

I just haven’t had a really good weekend in a while; secretly, I’ve been dreading the approaching holidays. It’s me projecting my fears onto everything, though, fears that I won’t be able to make it through the next year or so financially, fears that things just won’t work out, that I’ll be right back at square one again. I’ve felt especially isolated the last month, stuck down here with no means or time to travel anywhere, to see who I want to see. I suppose a lot of it was self-imposed; to avoid spending, to reign myself in, I forced myself to do nothing. I was also busy with work, which helped, the gym, and a few other things. Nothing terribly constructive, thought. Work dragged by and it just seemed without end as we became mired in the more difficult aspects of those projects we’re doing.

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Oddities:

• When I got home from the gym, the lawn was manicured, most of the leaves gone, and the roof and gutters cleared!
• An awesome friend got me Watchmen, which arrived in the mail yesterday. I can’t wait to read it. And secretly I wanted to get it for myself but never wanted to justify the $20 at the bookstore. Nor did I want to be caught buying a nerdy comic graphic novel.
• I sprained my thumb dancing last night. Yep. There was a floor section of the choreography, and sure enough… while I could have sprained any other body part, the one that I jammed was my thumb.
• Megan, the pilates instructor (after the hip hop class), introduced me to George, the aerobics coordinator. This is scary and intimidating, and now I don’t know what to do except start researching music fitness CDs online, a first step in putting together a routine of some kind. In what? No idea. 
• I ate 1/2 of a large Papa John’s pizza last night, while watching “The Dark Knight,” which I stayed up way too late for. Somehow, magically, I’m hungry again, yet feel strangely guilty eating. I mean, I haven’t eaten yet, but when I do, I’ll probably go to the Farmer’s Market and get some fruit to snack on instead of actually eating.
• I think I’m turning into Dunbar.

Today it is so dark outside it feels like a continuation of yesterday, which felt like an extension of the weekend. So it’s almost as though I just haven’t gone home, just taken a long nap with periods of dreaming about going to the gym, having free time, and doing things I like. I can only hope that my boss will be scared of the tornado warning by the end of the day and tell us to go home. Preferably at 5, because then I can stay in Megan’s good graces by going to her step class tonight.

I feel unsettled today.

Kind of a mediocre weekend so far. Haven’t done anything much except work and sit at home. I planned a little bit, but upon discovering on Friday that I had to be in for the majority of each day this weekend, all of my potential plans kind of fell through.

I also have been a little ill, and on Friday night went to a clinic where I dropped $70 on getting better. Exam, meds, and all, and while I suppose I should be grateful it wasn’t more than that, mostly I’m irked that it costs so much to stay healthy. And the doctor even scolded me for being one of those people who hates going in, until the illness is so bad your arm has begun to rot off (no, my arm is not rotting off. It’s fine).

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I think I keep listening to people I shouldn’t be listening to. But how can you tell?

Also, I really need to go to the doctor. Is it bad that I almost refuse to because I think my primary physician is sexy, so the thought of him seeing me in my underwear while having certain, um, issues, makes me want to simply try home remedies first? I even canceled an appointment today because I realized that instead of wearing proper panties, I am wearing the super-cute-but-possibly-babyish underwear that is printed with cartoony hearts.

What? They are my Friday-feel-good panties. Although today they do not seem to be working very well.

Looks like December is going to be high-pressure at work so that we can potentially have a week off at the end. Me being the skeptic that I am, I don’t think we’ll be able to do it. So I’m planning on just the already-decided-on visit from the 24th to the 28th.

I’m thinking I’ll need to change my schedule though. Go to bed a little earlier and get up earlier. If I get up earlier, at least I can go to the gym.

But I don’t know. The last week or so I’ve been extremely lackadasical about things. A profound feeling of detachment has sort of taken over, and I’m not sure why. Is it because I’m way overmedicated with allergy pills? (Probably.) Or because I’m just not excited about Christmas? This is also likely.

Anyway, it’s affecting the way I go about doing things. I’m not normally so boring, so hopefully at the end of the month I’ll have more things to say.

Oh.

Thanksgiving was all right. I saw Milk at the Tara yesterday, hung out with some friends, and that was it.

See? Boring.