Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Topics and/or thoughts in my head included but not limited to:
- how i'm wasting away my life
- the concert i went to 2 weeks ago
- my bro's gf's bday weekend, which was all sorts of epic and amazing. with a touch of falling asleep in the middle of a Mexican restaurant at 3am.
- stifling creativity by choice
- the displeasure of meeting the Biggest Douchebag In The World
- i'm constantly reminded how lucky i am to have the family i do
- my dad's return from the Philippines
- how my 16 year old self is kicking my ass for the direction i let my life go
- fuck me i want a tablet for my computer but i keep going back and forth about it
- i genuinely view my job as an annoyance that impedes my reading time.
But the fact of the matter is, I spend 9 hours a day staring at a computer screen. I manage the accounts at work, which means working exclusively on a computer, going through electronic files and updating web records within a website. Around hour 4 I inevitably get a headache, by hour 5 I'm popping Tylenol, hour 7 I'm rubbing my eyes (I've saved a fortune by abstaining from eye make up since work started), and after hour 9 the last thing I want to do is go home and stare at one more screen.
On one hand, it's been interesting not being on a computer 24/7. Who knew there was so much life outside of this?! (I'm kidding) (Sort of) (Really) I admit my TV count has gone up a bit, but so has interacting with friends and having real conversations.
But on the downside, my poor little blog has suffered. I'm not giving up this blog, because I still enjoy it, and it's never really been about the readers and satisfying what they want (hate to burst that carefully placed bubble). It's my little place, and it will be here for me when I can come to it.
Not that I don't feel bad, of course. My readers and blog friends are important to me, and I don't like that work - something I'm incredibly not crazy about - is taking me away from it/them/you. My Google Reader has been upwards of the 700s for the past 2 months and it is driving me bonkers. I'm trying, I swear--but you'll have to allow me the age-old excuse of a job getting in the way.