For the lack of blogging. I’m working really 12 hour days at odd hours (10:30am-10:30pm, 7am-7pm, etc. etc), so I’m a bit drained.
And I’m pretty sure you all don’t want to read my eight millionth tirade about people here completely lose what little ability they ever had to drive like rational humans between the hours of 4 and 7pm.
Or about my complete obsession with The Amazing Race, which is now on Game Show Network 7 nights a week and has therefore taken over both my TiVo and my brain, the seperation between which is quickly and sadly becoming theoretical.
Or about how absurdly expensive gas is here, since I’m sure relatively it’s expensive everywhere. But seriously, $2.56 a gallon is the cheapest I’ve seen in a week. Are you fucking serious?
Or about how I’m so through with being single, yet I don’t have the time or the energy to put into actually a) looking for someone to date and [in the unlikely situation that a) succeeds], b) dating someone.
Or about how my alarm clock is acting up and I only made it to work close to on time today because my cat jumped on my head 40 minutes before I had to be at work and I Flight-of-the-Bumblebee’d it all the way there.
Or about how the cost of COBRA health insurance coverage is totally going to break me, and I can’t get individual insurance without having a pre-existing condition waiting period, which would basically make insurance useless, so I have to get COBRA.
Or about how I’m so freakin’ tired right now, I can barely keep my eyes open, but the second I try to close them, I can’t sleep.
Nah, you don’t want to hear about all that.