Reintroducing Myself

I came up with the idea for this post on the way to work this morning and not until now, after 9pm have I had a chance to write anything at all. I've lost the urge that came with thinking up the idea of this. I thought I'd tell a little bit about myself to let people know why writing doesn't happen. It wasn't going to be tragic or earth shattering, just stuff about my day-to-day.

Well, my day-to-day sucks. I work 40 hours a week minimum. My job is at a large university in a busy library and in the busiest section of the busy library, which is the media section. I shuffle DVDs, VHS, and the occasional laser disc while juggling student workers and answering emails from faculty who are coddled way more than I was when I was a baby.

I don't make enough money to live anywhere near campus. Shit, I don't make enough money to park anywhere near campus. (Yes, we have to pay to park.) So I have an hour commute each way if traffic isn't bad. I don't take a lunch hour so eight hours at work, two hours in the car, eight hours for sleep, and an hour for shower and dressing leaves me with supposedly five hours to myself everyday, right?

This is where my day gets hazy. I'm not quite sure where those five hours go. I fritter them away somehow. I know how I did it today. I went to Lowe's to buy Masonite for my art class. That put me home at about 7pm, and I fixed dinner. About 8pm, my mom calls to say she's driving by to give me food. Yes, I am slightly spoilt. She stops by, we chat for a little bit. She doesn't even sit down, so the stop is fifteen minutes max.

I am trying to watch an episode of the Vampire Diaries during all of this. (Yes, I'm watching it and enjoying it. Shut up.) I finally finish all of that around 10pm. (I've been jotting off and on in this post for the last hour.) I really should go to sleep in an hour. I have a nasty habit of staying up until 1am. I need to quit that. I've bought sleeping pills to hopefully help me.

The PLAN for tonight was to work on my art class stuff. I didn't figure the trip to Lowe's would take an hour, and I'm feeling really discouraged because I spent ALL DAY Sunday working on my art class stuff. I had to write a little paper, work on a painting, and do some studies for another project, but I'm still not done. I have to do more study work for the other project and finish the painting I'm working on, and the class is this Wednesday night. There's no way I'm getting it all done tomorrow. So you see, my day-to-day sucks.

And don't even ask me about writing!