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20 October 2008 - 1:05 p.m. dear diary, the more things change, the more they stay the same. i hate my job. i love my dog. i hate my body. i love my boyfriend. i hate (and miss) my friends and family for moving far away. i love thinking about the possibility of moving far away...to be able to afford a house. and a lifestyle. both of which are difficult to afford living in the bay area... i'm sick today. well, i called in sick. cough-cough (that's sort of like wink-wink.) truth be told, i am more mentally sick than physically. there is always so much to do, but when i slow down and think about it, not too much on my "to do" list really matters all that much. the things that really, or probably matter: 1. make room for my boyfriend, who isn't officially moved in...yet. (translation = he still has his "other home" but hasn't spent a night there in months.) poor guy has been living out of a suitcase (ok, not really a suitcase...more like off a pile of clothes stacked on a corner chair in my bedroom) for, something like 6 months. my goal is to clear out a closet (i have three in my bedroom) and a dresser drawer by the time he gets home this evening. 2. vacuum...DONE! 3. figure out how to get my wireless internet up and running again. a guy i dated briefly last summer(the techie millionaire) help me set it up, but mysteriously, after we stopped seeing each other, my wireless crapped out, and i've been unable to get it back up ever since. hmm.... 4. refinance! my ARM adjusted 10 months ago. i need to re-fi before it adjusts again! 5. figure out how much money i'll need to do my home improvements (wood floors, new kitchen, granite-faced fireplace), so i can roll that amount into my re-fi. 6. submit my resume for at least one job i find online which looks more-interesting/challenging/fun than the job i am doing now. wow - what a list of to-do's for one day! i guess i should get off the computer and into the closet... cali |
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