Where I am not sure what I give a damn about anymore.
I was all excited when I cleared the bushes out from the front of my house. Now they are all bagged up. Time for the next project.
I'm married. Yay! I cancelled the trip to Downstream for the Brad Garrett concert. I told her I wasn't feeling good. Truth is, I just didn't feel like going. An hour plus in the car with her on the way, spending time with her AT the concert, then an hour plus drive home. Nope. Use the money for the worthy cause it was meant for. Works for me.
Work? Well, I am currently handling ALL of the perishable business. We are supposed to be hiring someone, but then I have to train them. Plus I'm out 2 days next week, and I'll be fucked if they think I'm going to cancel or postpone it. Now they tell me I have 2 more comp days because of a major project our company went through. Big fucking deal! I barely want to take the time I've earned, nevermind extra shit they throw.
Maybe I'm just too old. Maybe I just need to get laid and for it to be any bit exciting again. Who knows! At this point, who cares. I apparently don't at the moment.
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