This weekend, I’ve just felt really enervated, torporous, inertial…which is just a fancy-schmancy way of saying I’m feeling pretty down (not down enough to stop using big words, so I suppose that’s something).
And I’m not sure why, really. Maybe it has something to do with not having the ol’ Stinkus around anymore. It’s been, what, two weeks now, and Pearl seems to be adjusting to being, for the first time in her life, the only cat of the house. She definitely seems more vocal and more snuggly, strangely enough, but she’s adjusting. Or maybe it’s because that we’re almost into June and I think we’ve had exactly two nice days since “Spring” officially started in March. Seriously. I think it’s gotten above 70 perhaps twice. It’s just feeling like this is turning into a wasted summer and it’s almost June.
I don’t think it’s the job. Last time I talked with my supervisor, he said that they were very pleased with, my performance and by and large my co-workers think I’m tremendously funny. Yes, I know, they clearly must not know funny, but they seem to like me, and while the job isn’t that exciting, it’s okay.
However, I’m hopefully very very close to being able to say something about The Unnamed Project, a job that I would a) enjoy much more and b) most likely get paid more, too. I’m not going to say anything until the t’s are crossed and the i’s dotted, but we’re near an announcement. Maybe that’s what’s getting me, the being-left-hanging until I can confirm this is actually happening.
Maybe it’s that Paul is probably moving out soon. He’s got a girlfriend, and having a roommate, well, that cramps your style, and I understand perfectly. If he goes, I’ll probably accelerate the process of getting a house – I’m tired of renting, dealing with crappy landlords, and at this point in my life, would rather sink money into a home than renting. And it’s a great time to be looking for housing here in Bend; more and more properties are coming into the market, cheaper than the last.
Just not looking forward to being alone again. So maybe that’s what’s setting me off. Or all the booze is finally sinking in (and I’ve actually been cutting back on the hooch, too).
Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day. I don’t get holidays off, so I’ll be putting in…well, at least a solid six hours at work. Since we work on government software, all our clients are off tomorrow, so it should be a quiet day. Until then, I think a double gin-and-tonic may be called for. What the hell.
