Okay, so...

I'd planned on giving this thing some attention on the 16th, as that would have been three months (Oi.) since I actually wrote in here.  Unfortunately the 16th came and went in a flurry of Wii playing, snow, and God knows what else.  Work, probably.  I put in some overtime (well, over my scheduled time--I came in at just under 40 hours for the week) at the end of the week because they needed some stuff done, and for whatever reason when I hit 40 hours a week the odds of me writing in here decrease dramatically, rather like they did in November.  Probably has something to do with the fact that I'm sleeping until the last possible minute, hurrying off to work, then coming back and crashing as soon as I can so I can get the most rest possible to get ready for another full day of work.  And weekends were really all about laundry, dishes, and just trying to deflect the craziness of the week past and the coming week as well. 

So anyway. Yeah.  I guess there really isn't any particular need to apologize, but of course I still feel apologetic.

Life has been more or less ordinary for me, but for whatever reason I missed all the snow-flying months, so perhaps that's a little to blame as well.  There's still the occasional chance of flurries on the radar, but after the drenching rain we've been getting since last night just after I clocked out at work, I think we're moving more-or-less smoothly into springtime, which is definitely foryay.  Sunshine and warmth will be most lovely to see again, I think.

It occurs to me that I probably can't even possibly log everything that I've read over the past three months, but of course I'll give it a try.  Some things stood out, like P.D. James' Children of Men, and Christopher Moore's You Suck (for which I had to read Bloodsucking Fiends to keep up), as well as getting through Terry Pratchett's Tiffany Aching books.  One that I've been trying to get myself into lately is a book called The Dark Mirror, but I've had it out of work for a week and managed to only hack out about a hundred pages or so.  I want to read it, but it just hasn't grabbed me yet.

Stephen King's Dark Tower books are getting a comic series to match, but it turns out that my bookstore won't be carrying them.  Le sigh.  I was actually kind of looking forward to a comic book that I was really interested in.

I interviewed for an administrative assistant position a couple of weeks ago.  Apparently it didn't go so well, despite my interview which seemed rather promising.  I suppose we can't always get what we want, but boy would I like to get out of the bookstore.  It's not so much any one thing in particular that I'm tired of so much as I'm just tired.  This time of year the schedule's awfully lean, and we really could use a bit more money (who couldn't?) but I'm really hesitant to go to, say, Evan's job, which he really doesn't like but makes decent money--enough money, in fact, that he ends up kind of stuck unless he wants to downgrade his income--something we can't afford right now.  Meh.

The real impetus for this post was realizing that my totally anti-social best friend, J, is now maintaining a journal.  It's a writing journal, and she doesn't have much of the kind of personal posting that I'm much more apt to be making, but there's no reason that I can't do this if she can.  So I'm hoping to get this thing moving again, because I think it really is a part of my life that I want to continue.  Just not when I work a lot.  Or when it snows.  Ahem.

Anyway.  It's good to be back (I hope), and here's to keeping on keeping on.