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Is so much fun.

X made me a CD today.  It was quite the challenge looking up all of the songs because he did not include a list.  But look them up I did and I was successful, except for 2 of them.  So, okay X, the first song and the last song have eluded me.  What are they?  (I LOVE the last one, by the way, I really want to know who that is.)

Here’s the list of the others I got.  How much fun are these?!

Radiohead – High & Dry

XTC – Summer’s Cauldron

The Twilight Singers – Teenage Wristband

The Toadies – Possum Kingdom

They Might Be Giants – Experimental Film

Superdrag – Wrong vs. Right Doesn’t Matter

Wax – California

Grinderman – Go Tell the Women

The Smiths – Stretch Out and Wait

Nick Drake – Things Behind the Sun

PJ Harvey – Down By the Water

Tegan & Sara – The Con

The Beatles – For No One

I just realized how up and down my posts are.  Right now I’m okay.  Kind of in between.  I’ve got a horrible cough that I just can’t seem to kick on my own so I broke down and filled the prescription for antibiotics that my doctor wrote for me a few weeks back.  I’m not depressed over my job at the moment.  Yesterday my attorney called to let me know that they were going to attempt to serve him one more time and if they couldn’t do it then we would serve by publication; which suits me just fine.

I got a new tattoo a few days ago.  It was much worse than the first one I got a few years back.  By “worse” I mean more painful.  The tattooing itself hurt more and the healing took longer too.    During the tattooing I was trying to describe it to my girlfriend who came with and was eagerly watching me for signs of fainting.  “It’s relative, really.” I told her laughing.  But it is, pain is relative.  When you’re new to pain it seems overwhelming and all consuming… like there’s nothing else you can think of or focus on.  Something else comes along that hurts worse and you realize that the first pain wasn’t nearly so bad… and so on and so forth.  Before long the pain is everything and everywhere and you become sort of… numb to it.  That’s when you know it’s gone too far.

Just a thought.

So does feeling bummed.

I hate my job but I’m having a hard time motivating myself to do anything about it.  I was sick and down for a whole frakkin’ week recently and as a result have some really piss poor grades in school for that week.  And I have a 30 day wait ahead of me wondering if he’s been served yet and if I’m going to get any trouble out of him over it.

So, blah.

Job won’t last forever. I have time to bring my grades up in school and I WILL pass my classes.  Not making straight A’s is okay.  And even if I do get trouble out of him I shall overcome.

Right? 

Right.

*deep breath* Just gotta keep my perspective.  Gotta keep motivated.  Gotta keep my head out of apathy.  I CAN DO THIS.

The SO’s and I are going to get a weekend in the mountains soon.  We need it.