[m4w] burn-out and leftovers

ok, I'm hitting that point where having done these journal commentary entries for the third year in a row that I really feel like I've written enough about most of the usual topics.

acceptance/mistakes/amends, spiritual life, anger, and alone time. all good topics for me to read and re-reconsider annually, but, I guess I'm going through that ol' "not getting enough feedback" angst and am not getting enough external motivation to make external/public comments.

Seasonal Blog Affective Disorder, or something. More like monthly, or weekly. Hmmm.

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However, Close to Home does inspire. Cow orkers making bets on who can identify and properly determine the age of leftovers in the office fridge. Which reminds me that I still have a portion of Thursday's lunch in ours. And, I'm not sure if that yogurt is one of the free ones I snagged from corporate leftovers... last year. eeeew!

I need a night to stay home and cook a week's worth of lunch. Or get better about not eating all of a restaurant meal so I have the leftovers later.

Friday, dougo and I checked out the new Thai place. I cleaned my plate just like I shouldn't've. (Although, being so obviously satisfied is perhaps why I was invited back for next week's free semi-formal official opening party?) Then to Furbyhaus until way late.

Saturday, Purple and I brunched at JohnnyD's before I introduced her to Furbyhaus (March homepage image links to photos, as well as to my favorite Mars Lander image).

Sunday, I subsisted on pi, caffiene and cocoa, after managing to get none of the free runner food but a scone from the rather disorganized Ras nah Eirhann. I was willing to think it was just me being a snob until I drove down Broadway after the Pi party and the water station table was still untidily perched on the median. Granted, it was a fine scone. But I was expecting free barbecue or free Guinness and got neither. Having been so eited, I actually want to go to Red Bones Tonight.

Not sure about MLGN. I gamed All Weekend. Brattle's current Mondays belong to Hitchcock. However, I'm already going to a sneak preview movie w/ reception at Copley tomorrow, and missing the tuesday games. If I get to looneyland after 9, and then engage in a game or two, we'll be late enough for mixed ribs, which would be at least 2 meals.

And you thought I calculated my schedule based solely who has validated me more recently. Sometimes, it's all about avoiding the chore of cooking. (As opposed to cooking for pleasure, which I haven't done much of lately. Alas.)

[m4w] burn-out and leftovers

ok, I'm hitting that point where having done these journal commentary entries for the third year in a row that I really feel like I've written enough about most of the usual topics.

acceptance/mistakes/amends, spiritual life, anger, and alone time. all good topics for me to read and re-reconsider annually, but, I guess I'm going through that ol' "not getting enough feedback" angst and am not getting enough external motivation to make external/public comments.

Seasonal Blog Affective Disorder, or something. More like monthly, or weekly. Hmmm.

::

However, Close to Home does inspire. Cow orkers making bets on who can identify and properly determine the age of leftovers in the office fridge. Which reminds me that I still have a portion of Thursday's lunch in ours. And, I'm not sure if that yogurt is one of the free ones I snagged from corporate leftovers... last year. eeeew!

I need a night to stay home and cook a week's worth of lunch. Or get better about not eating all of a restaurant meal so I have the leftovers later.

Friday, dougo and I checked out the new Thai place. I cleaned my plate just like I shouldn't've. (Although, being so obviously satisfied is perhaps why I was invited back for next week's free semi-formal official opening party?) Then to Furbyhaus until way late.

Saturday, Purple and I brunched at JohnnyD's before I introduced her to Furbyhaus (March homepage image links to photos, as well as to my favorite Mars Lander image).

Sunday, I subsisted on pi, caffiene and cocoa, after managing to get none of the free runner food but a scone from the rather disorganized Ras nah Eirhann. I was willing to think it was just me being a snob until I drove down Broadway after the Pi party and the water station table was still untidily perched on the median. Granted, it was a fine scone. But I was expecting free barbecue or free Guinness and got neither. Having been so eited, I actually want to go to Red Bones Tonight.

Not sure about MLGN. I gamed All Weekend. Brattle's current Mondays belong to Hitchcock. However, I'm already going to a sneak preview movie w/ reception at Copley tomorrow, and missing the tuesday games. If I get to looneyland after 9, and then engage in a game or two, we'll be late enough for mixed ribs, which would be at least 2 meals.

And you thought I calculated my schedule based solely who has validated me more recently. Sometimes, it's all about avoiding the chore of cooking. (As opposed to cooking for pleasure, which I haven't done much of lately. Alas.)