Rough week so far, which I've said every day so far as I've been leaving work...every day of the two that have gone by. I'm in the odd and unenviable position of being "wooed" by a couple of prospective landlords (and, even more strange, by my own) to get/keep me. Who knew I was such a hot commodity? Or, in this case, a financially stable, fairly neat, quiet commodity?
Yeah, right. Two out of three ain't bad.
I'm tired, but I've been having trouble sleeping. Crazy dreams - opium dreams, but for the lack of opium - followed by half-dead mornings of "huh?" I don't know if I've recovered from Saturday's hangover yet. When I woke on Saturday I felt like I'd been kicked in the skull by a hundred rabbits. Very rattled, shaken up, bounced and bruised. And that was before I remembered that there had been rubber ducks floating in the salsa.
I finally planted my pineapple, after much anticipation and laziness. I may have waited too long, but I'm hoping for the best. We're supposed to get some solid sunshine...eventually...which would be good, to help it take root. If you're the praying kind, and are not offended by such things, please say a word for Patty Ann. (I thought that naming it would boost its/her spirits.)
Last week I signed up for a retirement account. It's my industry's version of a 401(k), pre-tax deducted. As with all major financial planning, I did a little (i.e. tiny) bit of research, asked no one for advice, and made all specific decisions spur of the moment. Overall, it's an excellent idea that might end up saving my financial ass somewhere down the road. Short-term, I may have just politely requested that I get screwed, starting with my next pay period. Time will tell.
I need a nap.
[title quotation by Steven Wright]