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a better tuesday

I suppose that I did take the easy way out with the entry for yesterday. It was my more polite way of saying that I had a miserable day without really saying anything, which is very typical of me. It wasn't as though I spent the entire day beating my head against the wall or weeping in a corner. I did manage to do a few constructive things besides feeling sorry for myself. I like to think that it was the hour that I spent lying in the middle of the livingroom floor listening to music that brought me back to life. Some people might see this as a waste of time, but for me it is the best way that I can think of to change my mood.

I think that what it boils down to is that if I don't have a definite plan for the day, I'll get mired down and do nothing. Monday and Tuesday afternoons are still the worst part of the week for me. What I should do is stay on a third shift schedule all of the time and I could avoid some of these lulls. Of course the nice weather makes it hard to fall asleep, but all of that will change in winter.

The quick laundry list of details for yesterday that I neglected to mention would include my paying bills, buying stamps, getting some gas for the car and making a stop at the local comic book shop. For me this weekly visit is my geek equivalent of hanging out at the neighborhood bar. The assorted group of people there is just as colorful minus the alcohol. My friend Dan would often comment that the people who hung out at such places were the lowest form of life. I, however, disagree. Most of these people seem fairly bright and have had sex at least once in their life.

The comic book shop crowd makes a nice contrast to the people that I talk with at work. The bulk of the conversation is light in tone and there isn't as much posturing as there is at work. As much as I like the people at work, there are still moments when I need to hold back on what I am really thinking. I have to keep myself in that agreeable mood and tone down the sarcasm.

Nine hours of sleep is also a good way to get me back into a better frame of mind. When I woke this morning, whatever was bothering me yesterday was gone. I could think again and spent about three solid hours online. My mild obsession with Russia is still fairly strong and I ordered two new books about traveling there. I have no idea if this will bring me any closer to getting there, but it still makes for interesting reading.

So I made the step from feeling null and void to feeling okay. I'll have to work a little harder for ecstatic.

 
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