2002-04-06 - 9:27 a.m.

One Shift to Go

Well, One more shift to go and then I'm off work for 9 glorious days. What will I do with myself? Nothing, of course.

I should try and be productive in a enjoying myself sort of way. There's the train set I finally took away from my parents house in November. It needs to be cleaned up and eventually SET UP. I also need to go spend $100 and get a new power supply for it. Wee.

I am also looking for a engine for my Shadow. It's been parked for two years now. You'd think I would have sold the damn thing by now. But I haven't. So, I've decided to find a used engine and get someone to put it in and then at least its running again and I can perhaps sell the Mustang and start looking for a new car. To replace the Shadow which I don't really want anyway, but if it were running it would probably be in better shape than the Mustang hands down.

I need to clean up my house. That's a given. It's beyond pigsty and I swear I should be completely embarassed that I can live in such filth and not have it bother me as much as it does. It does bother me, but I'm terrible good at putting crap off. Or just ignoring it for eons.

Although, I'm going to be off on holiday time from work. I'm concerned about our place. I'm thinking more and more that it's high time I revisited my resume and perhaps start fishing. Not that I want to take another job right at this very moment. It's always nice to sport fish and see if anyone wants to bite your shiny lure. I could use a few interviews to just to remember how the hell one answers questions. Of course, if I change careers and become a radio dj or something. Then noone would understand why I call myself Bingoguy.

While I was working yesterday I actually spent some time thinking about doing some cosmetic changes while I have some time off as well. Now, It's definitely low on my priority list. But I think it could be interesting. My biggest hurdle happens to be I'm not any kind of graphic artist. I can visualize a number of things that might be interesting concepts for design here BUT converting that into graphics et all well, that's another beast entirely.

A couple of things to mention about Veronica. We were on the phone talking a couple days ago and she mentioned that she had finally decided to do the same things as I and get herself an online journal/diary to write in. She picked Diaryland. Now, I don't know if she told me that. But she mentioned she had added Weetabix as a fav. That was the tip off. Now, I went and found out which diary was hers just so I don't accidently come across it some other way. I found her profile but didn't read her entries. I don't want to either. What she writes there is her business, definitely not mine.

On that note, I seem to be able to annoy her at the drop of a hat lately. I really don't mean to. It's amazing what she really means to me. I'm not the most outwardly expressive person and, in general, I think I have an incredibly difficult time saying what it is I actually mean. I seem to get lost somewhere between the thoughts formulating in my brain and translating that into speech. Perhaps I'm just annoying to everyone and I don't know it? Wouldn't that be sad.

Anyway, It's only a matter of time before Veronica stumbles across my diary. That's because we both read Weetabix's diary and I enjoy being vocal on Weet's message board. I'm not going to change that. (Too Bad, Weety, can't get rid of me that easily.) Anyway, If Veronica does stumble across this place I hope she realizes that I wouldn't expressedly tell her she couldn't read this but sometimes it's best to leave somethings in life a mystery.

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