Too Many Tangents

Well, if I'm not going to work, I might as well blog. I can't concentrate anyway because I have the Kate Bush song "This Woman's Work" running through my head. Speaking of running, I first heard of Kate Bush (conciously, anyway) from the 8-disc 80's compilation that I purchased at Golden Discs in Dublin. Her song "Running Up That Hill" is on there. So is the Waterboys' "The Whole of the Moon," which I absolutely fell in love with, as well as the Stranglers' "Golden Brown," which is featured in the movie Snatch. But unbeknownst to my conscious self, I had heard of Kate Bush many years prior to that 1999 purchase, as "This Woman's Work" is prominently featured in the 1988 gem She's Having a Baby. And speaking of Kevin Bacon, I also recently downloaded his (that is, the Bacon Brothers) song "Only a Good Woman." It's a rollicking good time...

What was I talking about? Oh, not working. Course, no one else seems to be working either. Right now my coworkers are discussing which movies they want to see this weekend. And they are all movies that I have not seen yet! I have an obsession with movies. In the same way my boyfriend (and most guys in general) is obsessed with sports of all kinds and keeps track of people's names, stats, who's on which team etc., so do I keep track of movie stars' names, which movies they've been in, which awards they've won, etc.... There is so much useless knowledge stored inside my head that there's no room for useful knowledge, such as the square root of 3,572,904. Well, that's just a sad fact I'll have to live with. I choose movies.

Rain, Rain, Go Away

Is it Wednesday again? Wasn't it was just Wednesday a few days ago? It's the 28th day of the new year. (I promise I won't keep pointing out what day it is.) I have compiled lists of new things to try or worthwhile things to do. But so far, all I have done is finally visited my new favorite store.

So, I am probably the only person in the world who does not enjoy the pitter-patter of rain. In fact, I honestly believe that the sound of the rain makes me physically ill. Go figure. I had a terrible time early yesterday morning, and I am blaming the rain. First off, I woke up around 3 a.m. feeling very strange - a very distinct "there's something wrong" feeling. I finally fell back to sleep, but then I had a terrible nightmare involving a shadowy man standing in the hallway pointing a gun at me. I was trying to scream in the dream, but couldn't, and finally I woke up with a yelp. Very disconcerting.

Instead of working, I have been surfing the iTunes Music Store. I am obsessed with mixed CDs. For some reason, however, I cannot for the life of me remember the songs I liked in my younger years. What are those songs that I heard on the radio that would make me turn it up? This is going to require some research....

I am wearing non-matching socks today. And do you know what? I'm ok with that. I also did not comb my hair this morning. Sometimes you just have to do without those little "luxuries" if it means you can sleep in 5 more minutes.

What a lazy weekend I had. I spent a lot of time in my pajamas, I learned how to play cribbage, and I watched the Golden Globes. The show was very much unexciting. And I was scaring myself with all the tidbits I knew about the attendees.

Sunny and Freezing

I was outside at 8:00 this morning, in a t-shirt and jeans, scraping ice off my windshield. My car doesn't seem to warm up as quickly as it used to. And since I am impatient, I will slowly venture out of the complex, with only about 50% of the windshield defrosted - dangerous, I know.

I didn't get much sleep last night. I am a worrier and obsessor (is that a word?) and I over analyze issues into the ground.... of course, knowing this about myself doesn't keep me from doing it.

I don't read enough. I much prefer browsing the magazine rack in Safeway and looking at the the lovely craft projects in ME Home Companion or the Soul and Life Guide sections of Real Simple. Ah, isn't life a peach?

Lemons and Strawberries

The twentieth day of 2004.... I am still clinging to my resolution excitement - "I will do better this year!" But, I have to face reality: I do not have any more money this year than last year; I do not have any more discipline or motivation; I do not have any job opportunities.....

I think I have watched Sleepless in Seattle too many times. I have convinced myself that I should be holding out for "magic," and that is a dangerous thing. First of all, one should not associate happiness in love with the exercise of sleight of hand or conjuring for entertainment. Secondly, as much as I would like it to, happiness (whether it be in love, work, or peanut M&M's) will not fall into my lap - I have to go out and find/make/purchase it for myself. Ergo (look at me with the vocabulary), my resolution for 2004 is to get off my ass and make my life what I want it to be.

Um, is the week half over yet?
I keep posting and then editing and re-posting. One of these days I'll get my act together.

It is so quiet in cubicle-land this morning. A lot of people are out of the office today, which allows for plenty of guilt-free web surfing. And oddly enough, so far today I have not heard a peep about my coworker's upcoming wedding. (The wedding is in October.... this is January... Exactly.)

I was having some weird dreams last night, and I was awake between 2 and 3 am, watching a Fawlty Towers video. The gentle British humor is very soothing in the wee hours of the morning. And did I mention that the credit card people called me at 8:30 last night to harangue me on a deliquent amount of... (wait for it)... $23.00!! Oh my goodness, I am so ashamed! Plus, I did not watch 24 last night, but I had it taped (at least, I hope it taped), so hopefully I will not hear about what happened before I get a chance to watch it.