November 9
From my brain
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2007
Me 07:39, 9 November 2007 (EST)
It's getting rather boring on a day-to-day basis and the only new mail that shows up in my mailbox is from the cafeteria giving us the menu of the day (my email client deletes it, so I only see it for a brief second).
I need stuff to do. Real stuff. Not busy work. Hell, I don't even get busy work lately.
2006
Me 07:18, 9 November 2006 (EST)
Once again last night, I passed out after putting the kids to bed. I miss WoW. I want to play. I want to play more. Yes, I'm addicted, but thankfully I still contain enough reason within my noggin to listen to my body when it needs to sleep.
2003
Me 21:59, 09, November 2003 (EDT)
Good news tonight! My inlaws are coming back next weekend to stay with us again! It might be for just Friday night, gone Saturday, but then again, they might be back on Sunday for a WHOLE FUCKING WEEK!!!!
Damnit! I've JUST gotten my home, my castle, back to my own. Jake and I are finally getting back to a rythym in the morning, and NOW THEY COME BACK!!!
God help me - and them - when and if they move up here permanently. Won't they be greeted harshly by just "showing up" on my doorstep. Oh no...they will get the very same deal that my own mother has: don't show up unannounced.
I am...a hermit. Married, yes. Childrened, yes. But a hermit nonetheless.
Many moons ago I moved from practically the heart of Columbus (Victorian Village) for the saftey and solitude of Delaware. Why? NO ONE LIVED IN DELAWARE (that I knew). It was WONDEROUS. I was sick and tired of my old appartment when people would just SHOW UP at any given hour and you're somehow expected to be welcoming.
But Delaware...fuck...you don't drive a half hour to forty five minutes to "see if I'm in". You call first. And even then, if I don't answer the phone, who knows...I might not be in, and you just wasted a full hour round trip.
So, when we were gonna buy a house, I wanted something a little closer to the new office. What showed up: Galloway. And not nice rosey right off Broad Street near New Rome Galloway. HECK NO! I went to BFE butting up against West Jefferson Galloway.
Still, no one comes out here. I don't talk to my neighbors. They're a bunch of inbred trailer trash who got a mortgage for the most part. Barefoot kids running around without coats either in the middle of April and October. The ones who are normal usually move out in a year.
I hate that my inlaws just SHOW UP every few weeks/months. However, I'm also a hostitable spouse and really don't want to cause the friction of saying, "Can't they get a hotel?". I'd expect the same of my wife. Of course, my father would NEVER do this.
I like my space. I'm happy with my space. It's MY SPACE. GRRRR....BARK BARK!
