Bored..

[juliebata]

It's the Saturday before X-mas. Much of the world is out at the mall, or getting ready for a party, but as usual I'm home doing nothing in particular. This isn't necessarily bad, I suppose. How many people can say they had a whole afternoon to read just days before X-mas? I may spend the entire evening in the bathtub, we'll see. Two more things to buy for the family, and I'll be done with shopping. I could have gotten it done today, but the couch had a much stronger pull.
On Friday, one of the doctors at work was handing out cards to the office staff. I didn't think much of it, I'm still pretty new, so I wasn't expecting anything to be inside it. I was wrong! WHOAH!! $100 dollar bill! "Woo-Hoo!!" I'm off to the bookstore! I treated myself to a "Rose is Rose" comics collection, a "Get Fuzzy" collection, a "Sherman's Lagoon" collection, and several magazines. I'll use the money that's left to finish my shopping tomorrow. A good deal..
So I spent the entire day on the couch reading my new books, and listening to Cuban jazz. Whump called, and we chatted for nearly an hour, catching up on news and gossip. I keep meaning to call a bunch of people, but I never get around to it. I meant to send holiday cards this year, didn't do it. Plenty of time, just didn't do it. By some definition of the word, you could probably say that I'm depressed. The fact that I'm always complaining about how bored and lonely I am might be an indicator! But I don't feel that depressed, at least not in the way that I've felt it in the past. I'm not crying, and I'm not obsessed with planning my own death, I'm NOT planning my own death AT ALL, as a matter of fact! I'm just not very happy and wishing life were different, but I'm not sure how to make it that way. Stuck in a rut, as they say..
I must unstick myself, if only for one night, I have one batch of cookies left to bake, and bills to pay. A bath will be my reward if I finish.
-Juliebata

Comments

[bibliofile.livejournal.com]

I remember jobs, and holiday bonuses (sniffs nostalgically). In my first full-time job, we got what my boss referred to as the "Christmas insult." With our last paycheck before Xmas, we'd get cash: $10 for part-time employees and $20 for full-timers. The amounts hadn't changed for years (this was the early 1980s).

Of course you'll want to spend some of that bonus on lovely things for your Perfect Cat, right? (Somebody has to speak up for her!) I think she hasn't had enough Tender Vittles or jerky-for-cats this year, nosirreeBob.

[stealthpup.livejournal.com]

Stuck in a rut, as they say...

I understand the feeling well. My best to you.
:: hugs in a perfectly appropriate fashion, if you'll allow me the honor ::