bored as hell and I want to get ill...

It's around 8:30 in the AM and I've already been up for 2 hours...I'm in that weird time zone where I am waiting for files to download and waiting for my boat to come in...well boats anyway. I work two jobs and between them I clock around 100 hours a week. You would think I would feel overwhelmed by all that work. It really boils down to about 1 hour a day where I have time to myself and I can do whatever I want. The strange thing is that when I get a rare day off I feel like I'm completely wasting it. On my “day off” I still have to work one job, which is about 6 hours a day, but for some reason even though while I'm working a hundred hours a week I keep thinking it would be nice to relax, when I get the chance I can't. I can't just sit down and say…read a book. I get about 15 minutes in and I go crazy. My legs start twitching, I start day dreaming about things I could be doing besides relaxing...things I don't even like doing or want to do...I'll be sitting there reading a book and decide..."I should really clean out that chandelier." Do I try to clean the chandelier often? No. Do I really care what the chandelier looks like? No. Hell, I didn’t even know I had a chandelier until I started reading. But I try to put it out of my mind and try to relax, but the harder I try to relax the more unrelaxed I become. I guess you can't really TRY to relax...relaxing is what happens when you're not trying to do anything else. So on my next day off I am going to try to not try to do anything…I think I’m going to succeed.

Pretending it's today

I'm going to pretend in this blog that what I'm talking about happened today even though it didn't. I want to be honest with you up front though...that's how I am.

Today I went for a run. Why? I don't know. I guess to stay in shape. Running really isn't my thing. But when my other option is listening to my dads same two stories I'll pretty much do anything. The thing about running in Angora is that there really isn't a whole lot to see while you're running. Not like when I was in Duluth. I could run the lake walk there and see...the lake...and stores...and may be a lady or two...mostly old guys with hairy nipples...I guess may be I could do without the hairy nipples. Still, the only things I see in Angora are trees. Sure, there are some hippies that really like trees. And I'm sure glad I'm not running in a desert. But they are mostly swampy trees, and the only other thing to look at is logging trucks...which are hauling dead trees. Anyway today I was running and I was about 3 miles from home when someone pulled over and asked me if I needed a ride. It was as if they couldn't imagine someone would be out running. I told them I was fine and that I was just out running. They then asked, "Are you sure? It is a long way." I wasn't sure what to think. Was it that I was so far from home that nobody could possibly be out running? Or was it not that far but she still couldn't imagine i could make it.

Today it begins

So today I decided to join the ranks of the blogger.com. I even picked out a picture that makes me look the most computery. Fun fact, I used to do blogging back before they had a word for it. I like to think of myself as a pioneer of sorts. Paving the way for (insert list of famous bloggers if there is such a think here). Sadly I have nothing really that important to blog about. Mostly I assume I'll be complaining. I could talk a little about my day, but it's not that exciting and if I don't want to read it I doubt anyone else would. Also it's really none of your damn business what I do each day. So stay tuned friends...and enemies....dum dum dum.