Guess what arrived in the mail?
Jun. 3rd, 2005 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pseydtonneLet's see... the Doctors Foster and Smith kitty catalog. Ah yes, I miss having a kitty. I'd get one but I'm not home enough and kitty would get pissed off. Translation, objects would get pissed on.
Junk mail for a GM Mastercard. Like, maybe they don't fathom the "Dante is Leaving Debts Behind" vibe. Then again, my only cards are Sears and NTB. If I had a real bind, I could screw myself. Bah! I can get a credit card with a real rate.
oh, what's this? My credit union. Hmmm, well, the monthly statement arrived last week. What could this be?
oh wow!
It's frickin MINE! I even took the time to airbrush vital details. (Yes, I had to break out the Gimp to do that.)
In other words, I highly recommend eight hours of sleep each night. My anxiety, paranoia, obsessive-compulsive tendencies, heavy emotional waves and inability to concentrate all drop off once I've had a full compliment of rest each night. Work has been so much easier the past couple days all because I came to work refreshed. I'd look at my work stack and say "answered that dude, solved that, can close that, groovy, yes, done... and back to reading Rolling Stone." I don't even feel so whiny about my state o' lack o' relationship!
Unfortunately, it does mean I notice my apartment is a mess. Again. Cripes.
When I was in college, I got a letter informing me I was screwed out of a semester's vital funds with almost no explanation. It had the ending line "Sincerely, Loan Organizations". I mean, the damn line was printed through a carbon and it has the bollocks to say "sincerely" about who it is/n't. Thus my comment above.
That's enough for now. Wish![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fuzzplugjones a happy burfy this weekend and I'll write more after I've built this Win2k box into a WinXP Pro box.
-slight retouching, Dante
Junk mail for a GM Mastercard. Like, maybe they don't fathom the "Dante is Leaving Debts Behind" vibe. Then again, my only cards are Sears and NTB. If I had a real bind, I could screw myself. Bah! I can get a credit card with a real rate.
oh, what's this? My credit union. Hmmm, well, the monthly statement arrived last week. What could this be?
oh wow!
It's frickin MINE! I even took the time to airbrush vital details. (Yes, I had to break out the Gimp to do that.)
In other words, I highly recommend eight hours of sleep each night. My anxiety, paranoia, obsessive-compulsive tendencies, heavy emotional waves and inability to concentrate all drop off once I've had a full compliment of rest each night. Work has been so much easier the past couple days all because I came to work refreshed. I'd look at my work stack and say "answered that dude, solved that, can close that, groovy, yes, done... and back to reading Rolling Stone." I don't even feel so whiny about my state o' lack o' relationship!
Unfortunately, it does mean I notice my apartment is a mess. Again. Cripes.
When I was in college, I got a letter informing me I was screwed out of a semester's vital funds with almost no explanation. It had the ending line "Sincerely, Loan Organizations". I mean, the damn line was printed through a carbon and it has the bollocks to say "sincerely" about who it is/n't. Thus my comment above.
That's enough for now. Wish
fuzzplugjones a happy burfy this weekend and I'll write more after I've built this Win2k box into a WinXP Pro box.-slight retouching, Dante
