day three of the rambling 15 minutes of glory

well, so far, so good.

I'm up, dressed, ready for work (:P).

I didn't get to sleep until incredibly late last night, but I didn't sleep very well, either and was productive while I was up, so it was probably for the best. ;-)

I have to run to the post office this morning, then into the office. Tomorrow I need to get Larry to go over to the vets and get heartworm meds, Friday I have another MRI. Then it's Saturday. Again. Woo.

I still haven't gotten Amanda her big gift. Hell, I still haven't pulled something out of the freezer for supper...

They denied Mr. Bird's unemployment claim yesterday, saying he didn't make enough money. *sigh* Someone explain this to me, please? He's in a professional position, he's helping people, and you have to make more than him to qualify for unemployment?

Jesus Christ.

We're (of course) appealing the decision.

I keep looking at things and going, okay. Are you *trying* to push? Am I going the wrong direction? *sighs*

Okay, enough with the pity party - the booze and appetizers suck and the company's atrocious.

*looks at the clock* Ten minutes. *grins* I'm pretty good at calling that...

I'm not terribly good at worrying about 'one day' or wanting. It's not my style. I'm much more of a 'how bad do you want it' broad (and doesn't that word look weird when you type it?). I decided, oh, six years ago, probably, that I was done wanting to do and wanting to be. I would either do or take steps to do or not do. It's worked for me thus far, really.

I mean, we have the press. I write. (And man, it still *rocks* to tell people, "I'm a novelist and I run a small press" when they ask what I do for a living). I have a passport (which may seem to be a ridiculous thing to want, but you have to understand, no one in my immediate family has a passport. It's just not what we *do*, so to actually follow through and be able to say, I got one. I can travel? Is a bigger thing in many ways than starting the business or the writing career. Starting a business is normal. Hell, following your dreams? Normal. Travelling? No so much. I am actually considering going somewhere. This is not a natural bird trait.)

*grins*

Time's up. Gotta work.