September 4th, 2015

First journal entry I’ve done in the last couple years. I started doing it the old-fashioned way, but quickly discovered that my hands are NOT used to writing large amounts of text anymore- I got a cramp before I finished the second paragraph. Not sure if it’s just another sign of all the abuse I’ve put myself through over the years catching up, or simply lack of practice, but either way typing seems a lot easier.

 

It’s been a long damned week. Work’s busy, what with the college being back in session and all. The students have been back long enough to get settled, and reached the point where they want to go out and do stuff when they’re done with classes for the day. That’s a good thing for work, financially speaking, but DAMN! if it doesn’t seem like it’s a heavier load than it used to be. Maybe I just got softer than normal over the summer break, maybe it’s just my memory playing tricks on me, or maybe there really ARE more people coming in on any given night… I just don’t know. Regardless of the truth of the situation, I’m tired and very glad to have today off. Almost feels like two days off since we got out so early last night, and I don’t have to be in until a lot later than normal tomorrow.

It didn’t help having company for most of the week, either. Not that I minded! Herself- that’s how I refer to my wife in writing, “Herself”- had a close friend from college who couldn’t be at our wedding this past spring ask if we’d be cool with him coming to visit, and we both said yes. He’s on break from his classes at the moment, since his current college does quarters, not semesters. P was one of Herself’s best friends during her time in college, and it was a shame he couldn’t make it to the wedding. (Our wedding day was literally his last day of finals for the first quarter of his school year.)  While he was here we squeezed in an early birthday party for Herself; it was two weeks early, but since she and I both work on her actual birthday AND P was in town, seemed like the thing to do.

It was a lot of fun, but it was also a lot of stress and work, since I was surprising Herself with the party. Rather like the wedding, all our friends chipped in to help. Unlike the wedding, though, where people did a LOT of stuff, here most of it was to just not spill the beans, and to keep Herself distracted at key times.

We’ve got the apartment back to ourselves now, though, so I can walk around nekkid and play loud music and nap and whatever else I might want to do uninterrupted, and it’s my day off, so aside from doing a little cleaning and making dinner, I am doing NOTHING today but be a lazy bastard.

Not one. Damned. Thing.

And it’s GLORIOUS.

 

 

ADDENDUM EDIT:

As should be clear from reading this first entry, I’m keeping enough private and anonymous to make it so anyone wanting to truly know my identity is going to have to work for it. This is deliberate. While I am currently experiencing a slightly voyeuristic desire to be publicly “private” with my journal, I do have personal and professional needs that require a certain delicacy with the things I say; therefore I cannot be TOO open. I hope any few people who decide to read my posts understand.

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