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Got my car outta the shop for only $200. Which was really sweet, but he didn't replace the ignition switch, so my car keeps dying and refusing to start, which is not so sweet. ::sigh:: All CSS and no play makes Katie very, very grumpy. I finally have all the content on Pete's book page, but the CSS is killing me. I kinda wanna hurt my computer. I've taken no pictures in weeks. I hate that. I start work on Thursday, which, money, yay! OTOH, work, boo. I am not one of those people who needs to work to be happy. I could quite easily lead a life of leisure with zero complaints, frankly. Those people who say they get bored when they aren't working don't know how to properly utilize free time. I am a master of time suckage, so I could easily spend every day of the rest of my life not working, provided I still had money to live off of and spend as my heart reasonably desired. Like, say, living in Paris and just wandering around taking pictures all day. That was the life, yo. Seriously. Perhaps if I actually liked my job, as opposed to hating it with every single fiber of my being, that might be a different story, but I don't like my job. So um, I'll take the life of leisure if offered, and thank you very much. A lot of people think leisure means you hang around watching soaps and the stuff you Tivo'd all day. It does not. Leisure means you can take off and go to a museum in the middle of the day. Or pick up your friend and go goof off shooting pictures in the middle of the afternoon. Or quaff Starbucks and shoot the breeze to your heart's content. Leisure means you can jet to Paris and live in a 5th floor walk-up for 6 months doing pretty much whatever the hell you want to all day long every day. You hike. You make things. You update your websites, which you never have time or desire to do when you are working 9-7 and driving an hour and a half each direction for work every day. You get caught up with the online friends you have and have ludicrous discussions in online forums like you used to when you only worked 30 hours a week for the same amount of money and still had time to do stuff like that. You can get a dog, because you have time to spend with him and do fun stuff like take him to the bark park and either sit in the sun and read a book or meet new people while he frolics and plays and crushes the other dogs at retrieval whenever anyone throws a tennis ball. You can take him to doggy obedience school and bask in the glow of his uber-intelligence, reaping the glares of envy everyone else casts your way when your dog creams the others on the final obedience test, and you both get to take home the best-trained, best-behaved trophy. You can do anything you think of that might amuse you to the slightest degree, because you don't have to punch a friggin' time clock. The world is your oyster. ::sigh:: I miss leisure. But um, paychecks are nice, too. Peace out, copyright 2002
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In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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