Current mood:	drained
Current music:	vnv nation electronought

23 soon. The first number you reach without ANYTHING coming of it. After 22, ofcourse, where at least you had complaining about nothing to complain about. This year nothing new is old news, just a number.

I'm supposed to be working on what I want for birthday//Xmas, but there is so little material that I really want. I have to come up with something or I'll find myself disapointed when I get tons of junk I don't want, but telling people to get me stuff and being completely satisfied with it is difficult for me. Part of me IS a pessimist, I guess.

Mom is good, familly is good, and dad is waiting to hear from me since thanksgiving.

Got my eval at work AND was the poor sap waiting on the secret shopper. I survived both occasions with a moral medal or two. Taking a dinner shift tonight.

Created a theme for next year's four man tournament. The four horsemen of the apocalypse. My idea. John is Famine, Aaron War, Mike Pestilence (snicker) and I am Death. A year ago, Courtney would have been war; times change.

Learned the beginings of a new swing dance last wednesday, one where you actualy swing people! I came in late and have some serious catching up to do, but it's fun and I'm enjoying the challenge, even if I have to struggle along with everyone else again.

Going to start learning to fence soon. Maybe I should put gear on my list. It could happen.

Things are looking somewhat better at the house. HAd a talk with Courtney yesterday. The promise of change has been renewed. The jury on the case of actuality is still out.

The fucking cat stole my fish. No scars from this battle like the one I'll have on my right hand for the next few years, but I doubt the little shit will be forgetting our little... talk* any time soon. He tried to slash me again.

Made a hundred twenty five wednesday. Would have been one fifty, but I dolled out some appreciation for a little much needed help. Fifty people vs one server could have gotten real ugly real quick.

As far as romance, I must be the pickiest fooker ever. I've actually intentionally lost and thrown away several numbers, and ruled out just about everyone for one reason or another. I swear I can actually SEE the outcome of every one, so I find the effort pointless. I think I'll hone my role as a shameless flirt to a fine point and be happy with that. It's a hell of alot safer and generally keeps that little voice in my head quiet. I've got REDICULOUSLY high standards and I'm warring with vanity. Happy Cer this does not make.