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Ennui Is Me
Nov. 6th, 2007 11:46 amDon't know if it's life stuff right now or seasonal stuff, but I'm restless, tired and bored all at the same time.
I hate getting out of work when it's almost dark, so the time change could be part of it. I'm having some weird sensation things in my leg and that's making me jumpy. I have work to do AT work, but I have more work to do AT home, where I'd rather be. Xmas decorating time is here and I'm having trouble getting started.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serenejournal is having surgery on Thursday. Another non-LJ friend is having surgery next week for colon cancer that will leave her with a permanent colostomy. Medical stuff depresses me.
I've been cleaning and rearranging the home office (or study asstonebender calls it) and I came across two items that had me in tears last week. A picture of a ex-coworker with her daughter at one of my xmas parties about 4 years ago. Almost 2 years ago the daughter, at the age of 16 was beaten to death in her home by a schoolmate. The second was a picture postcard I send out in 1999 when our dog Klipper died. It was one of the last pictures I'd taken of him.
Now you can add teary-eyed to restless, tired and bored.
I hate getting out of work when it's almost dark, so the time change could be part of it. I'm having some weird sensation things in my leg and that's making me jumpy. I have work to do AT work, but I have more work to do AT home, where I'd rather be. Xmas decorating time is here and I'm having trouble getting started.
serenejournal is having surgery on Thursday. Another non-LJ friend is having surgery next week for colon cancer that will leave her with a permanent colostomy. Medical stuff depresses me. I've been cleaning and rearranging the home office (or study as
stonebender calls it) and I came across two items that had me in tears last week. A picture of a ex-coworker with her daughter at one of my xmas parties about 4 years ago. Almost 2 years ago the daughter, at the age of 16 was beaten to death in her home by a schoolmate. The second was a picture postcard I send out in 1999 when our dog Klipper died. It was one of the last pictures I'd taken of him. Now you can add teary-eyed to restless, tired and bored.
