Oct. 1st, 2008

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We're in the future, now - where are our damned teleporters? *Sigh*

So yeah, remember how a couple of months ago I was all looking forward to Neil Gaiman signing books in Downers Grove? I have no idea where the intervening weeks went, but due to a number of different factors (time and distance being primary), I can't go. *pout* Can I ask anyone out there who's planning on going to pick up a signed copy for me? I'll reimburse you the book price and shipping and everything.

In the overall scheme of things, I can't be TOO disappointed by it, since one of the mitigating factors is that the husband has himself a job! He's now working Tier II tech support for a media distribution company here in town, with the potential of moving up in the chain of command after a few months. He is so much happier now, and our bank account will breath a huge sigh of relief once the double income starts rolling in. My thanks go out to everyone who sent us good wishes.

It's been an interesting transition for us, since now mundane things like laundry, dishes, and grocery shopping have to be handled in the off hours. I haven't been stepping up as much as I should, what with ongoing work crap (they moved me to another frelling cube in the department for no other reason than to punish me) and this cold that is finally wearing off (2.5 weeks later). I have A Plan, though, that involves A) Going to Bed on Time (So easy, yet so elusive), B) Getting up early to exercise and Lose Some Damned Weight, Jellybelly (Not so easy, but necessary), and C) Getting a handle on expenses so the debts go away quicker. Hopefully, all of these will lead to a Happier Me, which is a Me less inclined to loll around on the couch, using TV and LJ as my anti-depressants.

Buh. Wednesday. Back to work.
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