This, that, and some of the other.

Well, now, it's been an age and a day since I've posted. I don't know quite what my problem is other than writing a blog seems to smack of tiresome self-importance or a desire to inflict my le train train quotidien upon all and sundry which, frankly, makes for boring reading, viz.

6.45a - woke up
6.46a - hit "snooze" and dozed off
6.56a - jerked out of my pleasant doze by NPR recounting horrors in Darfur
6.57a - staggered out of room and into the lav, perform daily ablutions
7.3a - shrugged on clothing
7.9a - legged it out door, down stairs, and out of building to catch Metro.
7.11-8.3a - enjoyed terrors of daily Metro commute to office.
8.5a - 4.55p - work with its accompanying delights, joys, drudgeries, and irritants.
4.56p - 5.54p - further experiencing of Metro horrors on commute home.
5.55p - 6p - avoid strange homeless people and other human dregs that float about by my apartment building courtesy of the crisis centre next door.
6.1p - 6.3p - check to see if the ghettovator 900 is working, realize it isn't, stagger up five flights of stairs
6.5p -11p - home, dinner, dorking about, reading, bed.

Whee! What excitements!

Anyway, short version of what's going on:

Found out my dad has a really rare form of Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma that has a 90% survival rate. Although, the fact that they're already talking of survival rates in percentages bothers me considerably. Mom's upset, we're all upset. Waiting for Dad to see the oncologist and have more tests performed.

Did not bother to go see And One. Kind of regret it now. Still, I hate El Corazon and all ages shows. Worst Venue Evarrr! Why we, as adults, should be treated like dangerous and wild animals that need to be kept corralled is beyond me. You'd think that they'd keep the cretinous youths locked away from us and give us more space to roam about in since... surprise! We have jobs and aren't minors. God knows that coming into contact with teenaged boy sweat is not high on most sane adults lists of Important Things To Do. But, I digress.

I bought a new divan. Whee.

My thirtieth birthday is next Sunday se'nnight. I have no idea what the devil I want to do, really.

Anyway, on the off chance that you may be contemplating gifts. Don't, please. I really do not need anything.

Marcus Brigstocke Takes On The Abrahamic Faiths

I think this sums up my position quite nicely.

Enjoy!

Enter 2008...

There's generally a lot of foofaraw and pontificating (and pronunciamentos and predictions from people like that odious Pat Robertson) round about this time when the old year is dead and the New Year beginning.

There's also a lot of tripe about making New Year Resolutions that one earnestly intends to keep but wind up losing sight of within a few days or weeks of the new year.

For me, 16 March 2008 represents the thirtieth anniversary of my nativity which is rather sobering. It leads me to ask a lot of painful questions that I don't necessarily like the answers to.

Let's see:

Am I on a more stable financial footing? Yes and no. I still have debts of honour to remit and if (Cthulhu forbid) I should lose my job, I'd be very quickly in the breadlines, but I'm also not down to pence in the old Exchequer two days before payday. I'm getting better, but I'm not quite where I want to be.

Have I quit smoking? No. I desperately want to. I must and will quit smoking before I turn thirty.

Have I lost that weight I've been bitching about? No, and I need to. To that end, I'm eschewing eating out and will be eliminating a lot of junk from my diet. No more chemical, sugary, and additive-y things for me! I'll just send 'em all to Claes. I've set myself the goal of not eating out for lunch at work this month. This will, I believe, help reduce the amount of unhealthful food that I'm consuming AND save me money (which is a Good Thing). I also need to start being more active. Joining a gym won't do much for me since there's nothing conveniently close to work or on my way home. So I think I'll start walking downtown to catch my bus in the morning (which has the added benefit of avoiding a very tempting bakery by my Metro stop...) and I think I'll start going for walks/runs on the weekends. Moreover, I think I'll reduce the number of times I go out clubbing to once a month or so. Thus saving money and reducing the amount of the blushful Hippocrene I'm imbibing.

I also have decided that it's time to finish my unpacking, buy a new mattress and box spring for my bed so I can actually get a decent night's sleep without a spring gouging me in the gizzard, and purchase a new divan and another bookshelf since mine's run out of space. Oh, yeah, and a new computer. Aiie!

There is more, but that's enough for now. I'll let you know how things go. :)