Resolutions 1 & 5

Boy, I wish I could say that the reason I've been absent is because I've been so busy. But that would be a lie, well, sort of.

This weekend, I really was busy. I actually went to a party on Friday and had a few drinks. Granted, it was a candle party, so no hanging from the chandeliers, but hey. I'm trying to work myself back into society slowly. No need to blow my wad on the first party that comes along. It was enough fun for one weekend, though. Especially considering what I spent the rest of the weekend doing.

About a month or so ago, my CD/DVD drive disappeared on me. I have no idea why it left or where it went. (Electronics tend not to leave you goodbye notes when they're about to screw you.) Anyway, since I'm an English geek, not a techno geek, I was pretty lost how to fix it. A friend of mine was going to come over to help me this weekend, but I decided to spend Saturday trying to fix it myself. Long story short, I fixed it. (Yeah, I still don't really know how I did that.)

So, while I'm celebrating and patting myself on the back, I make the decision to change the music on my mp3 player. I've done this several times, never had an issue. Well, Saturday was my lucky day. Somehow, I completely wiped my music library out. I tried to restore the files, but no joy. Crap! My only alternative was to spend the day reloading my music. And that's what I did. Until 4 am. It was so much fun. Made me want to go to the dentist and then have a pelvic exam just to keep the party going.

I'm pretty sure I know what I did to f*** up the Media Player. The only excuse have for having done it is that I'm a giant dumb ass. Yup. That's me.

Anyway, the rest of the week wasn't busy, but I didn't really want to do anything after work. I don't do any heavy lifting at work. I don't spend a large quantity of time outside at work. I don't even have to over tax my brain at work. But it seems like the only thing I want to do when I come home is check my email, watch an hour or two of T.V., and then head to bed with a book in my hand. Why the heck I'm so tired? Oh yeah, because I hate my job. That makes it extra stressful to be there. The stress is what makes me tired, not the job. *sigh*

At any rate, I'm here today, but I have to go now, because not only have I been neglecting my writing, but my laundry and my dishes, as well. I'll save the dusting and vacuuming for next weekend. I'll get to the bathroom, eventually. (Hopefully before anything unkillable starts to grow.)