:: Oh, like that's some sort of revelation, Mr. Bloggypants ::

Sunday, December 28, 2003

I dread coming home, I drag my feet, I fret, I steel myself against an onslaught of indolence and boredom. But I get here and suddenly it's not boring, it's cathartic, time passes too quickly, I'm given a microscope to examine how insanely claustrophobic my petty little workliferoutine is back in the cold country and I fall in love with my family all over again. Shucks, free meals too.

This is how it goes every time, and my amnesiac ass never learns.

New Year's resolution #4: collate less, staple more
#5: no more restaurants with the prefix "pan-" in their cuisine descriptions
#6: muck about in the thistle
#7: use flashcards if necessary

Don't think I can do it? One of my resolutions last year was to learn how to spell "necessary" without a spell-checker (seriously), and I effin' nailed that one.

I told our waitress last night that I'd resolved to listen only to Bruce Springsteen for the month of January. This was a segue from my provocative question: "The Boss: yea or nay?" She saw right through me and bought me a cider.

Posted by morland @ 02:52 AM

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