Ways and Means

The bosses are MIA today, so I'm sitting here eating watermelon and drinking my new favorite over-priced beverage, Fuze (with Super Ciritmax) as I listen to my airy-faerie Pandora station and read an article in one of the local weekly rags about the Ani DiFranco show across town that I'll be missing because I'll be singing about the birdhouse in my soul at the They Might Be Giants concert on that same night. It was a tough choice, but I figured since I'd already dragged M to the Tori Amos show last year, I had no right to expect her to want to go to another angry alt-folk-rock grrrrl power event. Just the fact that she agrees to go along with these kooky things I plan makes me happy.

I recently became reacquainted with a good friend from high school through MySpace. It's a little weird, considering I was pretty resolute for a while that I would not be tracking down old classmates. But this is one of the few people that I have actual positive associations with in my memories of my teen years, and she seemed at least receptive to exchanging greetings, so that's nice. I have a potentially middling-sized social circle, but most of my "friends" are really the kind of casual friend that I don't spend a lot of time with and don't have a lot of expectations of. In fact, quite a few of them are pretty much the internet-only variety, even the ones I used to hang out and work with. A lot of my friends have kind of fallen off the map over time somehow. I guess in the past I've always been a kind of lazy friend who let people shift in an out of my life pretty haphazardly, but I try really hard these days to keep what close friendships I have from sputtering out - the older I get the more they mean to me. It's really lonely and isolating not to have some kind of support system, even for a confirmed introvert like myself.

I'll be taking work home this weekend. And why, you may ask, would I do something so foolish? Ah, I answer - because I'm a procrastinator and I have stupidly frittered away an awful lot of time this week for nothing so that I'm forced to use personal time to play catch up. In fact, as I type this there are several vastly more important things on my desk that I really should be doing. I have a problem with motivation. Can you tell?

One of the bosses keeps sending me reminders of voting deadlines. Why? Our primary didn't count for crap and I can't figure out who the eff I'm potentially voting for: Candidate more-of-the-same-stay the-course? Candidate nothing-of-any-substance-to-say-just-feel-good-sound-bites-of-what-people-want-to-hear? Or candidate too-much-baggage-and-touchy-feely-socialism? I am the epitome of disinterested and disenfranchised. So I say...