Sabbatical
Extended periods of depression tend to be disrupting to one's desire and ability to write.
This weekend saw Ostara, or the original form of 'Easter' before being commandeered by a certain religion. My damned batteries were eaten up by extended bass sections of Rock Band, so I only got about half of what I typically try to take. Emma had a good time, though her enthusiasm about finding the eggs she just finished coloring on the ground was decidedly less ecstatic than last year's holiday.
Em's great, though. It's so easy to take everything for granted, especially when she's still running through her 'I'm two so I'll push every single one of your buttons. Just for the hell of it.'
Jace has been doing well, though our relationship is even less solid than Em's and mine when she was of the same age. When he's in a playful mood, Daddy is alright to be around. I even have proof!
Otherwise he wants nothing to do with me and demands Mother. It hasn't really improved yet, and it's wearing on my patience. Not that I've ever had any.
Manda decided to 'treat' herself in celebration of her new pizza delivery job, spending five hundred of our 'move as fast as we fucking can from Oklahoma' monies on a new dog. A long-haired dachshund, to be specific. She named her 'Mallie,' having always wanted to name a male dog 'Mal' in reference to Firefly. 'Cause she's a nerd. It's admittedly got its qualities, but it's small. And therefore irritating. I mean, I've never thought the term 'underfoot' could be used literally. The dog tromps under my feet as I walk, if not in front of me so that I end up kicking her into the air. Or running directly into my heels, which is only slightly less bothersome.
As far as my job is concerned, it has its perks. The freedom to come and go as I please (hehe, I said 'come and go') is nice, but--Christ. You know how people complain their bosses are stupid? Mine held the seminar that taught them how to be completely incompetent. Unless she specifically needs to contact us about something, it'svirtually impossible to get a hold of her. About anything.
Couldn't imagine anything going better, though. Gonna take a nap.
This weekend saw Ostara, or the original form of 'Easter' before being commandeered by a certain religion. My damned batteries were eaten up by extended bass sections of Rock Band, so I only got about half of what I typically try to take. Emma had a good time, though her enthusiasm about finding the eggs she just finished coloring on the ground was decidedly less ecstatic than last year's holiday.
Em's great, though. It's so easy to take everything for granted, especially when she's still running through her 'I'm two so I'll push every single one of your buttons. Just for the hell of it.'
Jace has been doing well, though our relationship is even less solid than Em's and mine when she was of the same age. When he's in a playful mood, Daddy is alright to be around. I even have proof!
Otherwise he wants nothing to do with me and demands Mother. It hasn't really improved yet, and it's wearing on my patience. Not that I've ever had any.
Manda decided to 'treat' herself in celebration of her new pizza delivery job, spending five hundred of our 'move as fast as we fucking can from Oklahoma' monies on a new dog. A long-haired dachshund, to be specific. She named her 'Mallie,' having always wanted to name a male dog 'Mal' in reference to Firefly. 'Cause she's a nerd. It's admittedly got its qualities, but it's small. And therefore irritating. I mean, I've never thought the term 'underfoot' could be used literally. The dog tromps under my feet as I walk, if not in front of me so that I end up kicking her into the air. Or running directly into my heels, which is only slightly less bothersome.
As far as my job is concerned, it has its perks. The freedom to come and go as I please (hehe, I said 'come and go') is nice, but--Christ. You know how people complain their bosses are stupid? Mine held the seminar that taught them how to be completely incompetent. Unless she specifically needs to contact us about something, it's
Couldn't imagine anything going better, though. Gonna take a nap.
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