Never What It Used To Be

Has it only been a month? I have lived entire lifetimes in Septembers past; this year was no different. And it leaves me tired and bored. Like everything.

Working all the time leaves me with little to talk about. Working closing makes me have multiple dreams about people not getting out of the lab on time and causing me a headache. I don't like dreaming about that. It's stressful and stupid.

To occupy my otherwise empty time, I've been reading (The Da Vinci Code, most recently), watching taped miniseries (Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea), and... well, not much else.

Oh, wait, that's not entirely true. I went to trivia night at O'Shea's Pub in Wallingford on Monday with Josie. That was different and fun enough.

But mostly, I've been doing nothing. And I don't love it.

I keep thinking there is something to say, but there isn't.

There are plans upcoming. Yay for plans. They involve friends. Yay for friends. I still have to figure out how to get to Olympia for the day Oct. 5, or even if I can find dirt-cheap airfare to Las Vegas for early November. The latter isn't a necessity, but some friends will be in town for other friends' wedding and I'd like to kick it with them since they live far away. But no dirt cheap fares have turned up in my searches. Besides, it might be fun to do Vegas right: i.e., not arriving after a day-long car ride through the Mojave with my bitchy ex-boyfriend. And me being equally bitchy.

Anyone want to go see the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players at the Sunset Tavern Sunday night? Opening bands at 9, I guess, so they'll be on later. My Monday doesn't begin until 9:30, heh, so fuck it.

Chris is coming home today. Jen is moving out tomorrow. Stephanie's moving in Saturday. Christine is back in Seattle and a bunch of people are doing brunch and, later, Star Trek: The Next Generation near and at my house on Saturday, so rah. The only sad thing there is Jen's leaving. I think.

Oh, and the plum came out with a little plunging. Tee hee.