Yellow Tail

Shiraz.


Christmas was nice. The trip was too short. Working yesterday was painful. Today I did nothing but read the final Twilight book (finally glad to know the ending), take a quick jaunt to Macy's and a nice long, hot bubble bath with a nice cocktail.

Tomorrow I have to clean, clean, clean. Carlton will come tomorrow night and is staying for the week. Ryan just found out he has to use his last vacation days of 08 the first week of the new year, and unfortunately, I'm not off. Its so horrendous waking up and getting out of bed while the one you love slumbers through the day.

Red, red wine. Stay close to me

Cold Night

5 am in Indianapolis.
I cannot sleep.
Yet, my mind is deliciously blank.
Finally.
Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't have been a vampire. The wake in the night is step one, or so I've read.

Tonight we are leaving to Tennessee. I have not even begun to pack. We are coming home on Friday afternoon, since Ryan and I both have to work on Saturday. But we are thrilled to see my family.
It is 6 degrees and I am cold.

How Sweet It Is

I took a brief moment away from my depressed state to pub crawl through Broad Ripple with some friends on Saturday night. What started out as a simple meeting for charity at a bar lead to a hilarious night.

It was a bizarre turn of events.
Anyone who knows me knows that, unlike my husband, I am not a natural making small talk with people whom I do not know. We went with only a couple of people we knew, and I found myself surrounded with people that I did not know. It came so natually just to talk. At the end of the night, people actually wanted to talk to me.
It may have been the drinks, but either way, it was nice to feel so conversational. I liked it.
I need more friends.

I do not like the cold here. It is freezing. Below freezing.
And even colder at night.
I have finished my Christmas cards and I am happy to be done with it! Tonight I think I will wrap presents.

Goodnight, Moon.

Life is hard. After that, it kills you.

Have you ever felt like if it wasn't for the consistantly disappearing flow of paperwork that people would only begin to notice when the papers did not move?

Frustrations fill my mind, and weighs heavily on my heart.
I started two new books. The stories keep my mind off of the irritations that plague my psyche.
Dear friends warm my soul.

Tell me a story, Friend.

The Night is Dark

We are leaving for the airport in an hour and a half. And I have been awake for hours. Sleep taunts me; the night gets darker each minute.
Have you ever noticed when you are left alone with your thoughts they seem to turn darker as well.

The dawn is breaking. The light shining through. You're barely waking, and I'm tangled up in you. Even the best fall down sometimes. Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. Out of the doubt that fills my find, it somehow finds you and I, collide.

Its hard to know that you ruined such a wonderful thing.

On the Nightwatch.

Insanity

Insanity: Doing the same things over and over while expecting a different result.

Getting frustrated with others, as I have done today during my 11 hour workday, when they consistantly do retarted things, that I then have to fix, does not necessarily make them insane.

Perhaps the insane one is the one who expects incompetant people to produce quality work even though, time after time, they give crap (and not only crap, crap full of mistakes). . . . yes, same thing over and over yet expecting a different result.

So today I have discovered that I am insane.

For those of you who don't know-
Incompetance: when you earnestly believe that you can make up for a lack of skill and intelligence by doubling your efforts. There's no limit to what you cannot do.