It’s been that kind of day. Completely restless, haven’t been able to settle into anything, have gotten damn near nothing done,
I can tell you that there is a nice variety of inexpensive housing in the Raleigh-Durham area.
My car is ready and I can go pick it up (and ick, pay for it) after work, but I have to be there by 7, and I really can’t remember how long it takes me to get over there, and I don’t know if I’ll have time to stop at the house first, but if nothing else, I have their phone number and can call and tell them I am on my way and beg for them to hang around a few extra minutes.
There is a lot of tension in my neck.
My very strange and frigteningly smart buddy Skip at the office has been approached to have some of his work published. That is awesome.
Hans Blix does not exactly inspire a lot of confidence in me.
I’m thinking that by the time I am done with the car, real cooking isn’t going to be on my list of things to do.
I wonder how much it’s really going to snow between now and Friday.
I wonder how long it will be until I can really afford to replace my car.
I need to figure out what my next career move is going to be. There’s no rush, but I should probably have some clue at some point.
It’s a good thing it’s almost time to head out.
