I've revamped my poetry page, if'n you're interested. Follow the link at my main page. I'd appreciate any feedback you may have to offer. On my poetry, that is. No feedback on my picture, also posted there, is being requested..:)

OK, so it's getting toward the end of the month. Aside from the fact that I am just flabbergasted that the year just started like two weeks ago and we're already nearing the end of September, the end of the month always means wierd shit happening at work. We have to hurry, hurry and try to get everything done by the end of the month. I've never really understood this, to be honest. I mean, we have certain monthly goals. Understood. However, whatever doesn't get done this month, whatever money is not collected or and whatnot will get taken care of next month right? So it will count toward our goals for next month. Big whoop. It will all even out in the end.

Anyway, it's been an interesting day, made even more interesting, I must admit, by my blue funk. I actually felt fairly decent this morning. I got pert-near a full night's sleep last night, which helped; I woke up like an hour early and got some stuff done around the house. All was well. Well, I was at work for all of like five minutes before I was chewing nails and about to burst in to tears.

ACK! I am so sick about writing about the fact that I've been blue. Enough of this nonsense.

My lovely little niece, Amy, called me last night to ask that I meet her and her friend Marina at a bar very close to my pad. I didn't go, though. I thought it best not to inflict this mood that I am no longer mentioning on those nice people. I will be going out tomorrow night, though. The Ravelers are playing at a sports bar out by my folks' house. So I told my mom I'd spend the night with them afterward. Hopefully it will be fun. They're fun, nice guys. The band is...well, they're OK, but not much better than that. But they are a bunch of swell dudes, so I go to see them a few times a year. Gotta support my peeps, ya know?

Tomorrow is also Barbara's birthday. Sadly, she is still on vacation (well, sadly for me anyway). I actually talked to her today, though. :) Of course, she's having a grand ol' time, while I'm moping about without her.

The Little Big Man just came by and asked if I am posting an ad at match.com or something like that. *guffah* Um...no. Then he offered to bring in his digital camera and take my picture so we can set up an ad for me. Jeez, do I look that pathetic?

I shouldn't say that. I don't think that people who use online dating services are pathetic. In fact, I know two gals who use or have used match.com. But I found it funny that my boss thinks I have a need to put a personal ad out there.

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