Ok ... well I was in the middle of writing something that was going to be as pointless as this and my computer screwed up again. Not that that should come as any surprise, the thing is from 1999. Anyways, I was about to ramble about how I hate my job, then I realized that I don't. Thing is, there is no supervision, and it is physical labor so it is getting me in shape (time for another hole in the belt). My 2 main problems with the job are that I have to be in a building for the number of hours that the bosses require of me, and it is REALLY boring. It does give me a lot of time to think, though ... and that is not necessarily a good thing either.
My (now ex-)girlfriend just moved back to Rhode Island and so I was left with a 3 br appartment and just me living here. My friend Dave (yeah, there are too many of us) moved in 'cause he was living in a trailor with almost no insulation and that is really bad for Maine winters -- I figured I would give him a warm place to stay before it got too nasty. He finally started talking to his ex, and now he hasn't been home all week, so once again I am alone in the house. I thought that was really what I wanted in the first place, but I am feeling pretty unloved at this point. Maybe it is the fact that there is no one to talk to at work, and now no one to talk to at home, but I am starting to think I may be going out of my mind.
Hold on a sec ... I gotta go check the back of my mind and see if I am there. If you see me before I come back, let me know I am looking for me, and ask me to wait.
