Argh. So, I’m already experiencing the stress of a potential move. I’m trying to wrap my mind around going to grad school, which I really, really, really do not want to do. The family is dealing with the loss of a dear relative. I’m concerned that the Saints won’t win the Super Bowl. I ran out of garlic powder last night.
And now, today, on the way to work I noticed that my brakes are squealing and squeaking. 60,000 mile service is already imminent and that’s expensive enough. This means an additional expenditure that’s difficult to afford just now. I like working at my employer, but at times like this the pay cut I took to get here just kills me. Do I return this morning’s headhunter call?
When it rains, it pours. Why isn’t it raining men, or money? Or men with money?
- Lyric of the day: “love sings when it transcends the bad things”
- Flashback of the day: those 2 weeks when all the girls were pulled out of P.E. in sixth grade…if only the boys had watched those films with us, we might have a better name than “iPad” to deal with. Sigh.
- As I write this, what’s playing? Foo Fighters’ “All My Life,” from HFStival 2005
- Photo of the day:
How my life feels right now
think of old blue eyes, frank, that’s life!