I’m getting more and more used to this whole “work” thing, even though I have to admit it’s not really my cup of tea, sitting in an office, pushing papers around and typing up this and that for such and such, but since I started, I’ve kind of gotten to like it to a certain extent. I guess that’s what happens when you have pleasant co-workers, though.

In other news, even my writing, as in my stories are moving forward, though it will probably be some time before I actually bother to update what I have, since I’m also rewriting some of them… a bit.
Also, a pretty ancient story of mine, featuring one of my first characters ever might actually be fit to read in a couple of weeks. It’s very easy to see that Iwrote it when I was a bit younger, and a bit more immature (yes, I’ve actually been more immature than I am nowadays, believe it or not) but I’m still going through it and still tweaking it where I feel it should be tweaked, and poking it into place.

Other than this, expect a completely new take on an old idea of mine, one I’m sure you’ve never heard about, or even bothered asking about, but nonetheless it will be posted…eventually…when I’m not lazy. Or hungry. Or tired. Or upside-down.

Ah, the boredom that drags on when you’re not feeling well. It’s quite incomparable to anything else, as everyone you know is off working and nobody really has the time to keep you entertained. Sitting here and contemplating the mysteries of life on my own is something that I don’t really enjoy all that much, being the overly social creature I am. It’s a dull sort of emptiness that I could easily do without.
At least at work, I have the pleasant nonsensical conversations with my colleagues to look forward to, but infecting them with whatever I have might not be the best of ideas, even though I’m quite sure it’s nothing serious. A friend jokingly noted that it might be the swine-flu, but I just laughed at the idea. I can understand people’s fear of this semi-newly discovered virus, but in truth I myself don’t feel as if I’m at any risk of catching it.

So what am I doing, this day of boredom, you might ask. Well, I’m tidying up a bit in the apartment and thinking about washing some clothes, as I noticed that my hamper is filled with laundry and looking a great deal like it’s about to give up and just let it all explode. Laundry exploding so it’ll be laying on the floor of my bathroom might be an amusing thought in itself, but unlike cartoons, it wouldn’t end with my clothes hurrying into the washing-machine on their own, so I’d rather get it done before it reaches such a point.
Everyday things like doing the laundry have become somewhat enjoyable of late, though I can’t say why, mayhaps because I’ve never really had to take care of things on my own like this before.
A whole year has passed, a year since I moved out of my parents’ house and in with my boyfriend. I can’t say it’s always been wonderful, but for the most part I’ve felt very comfortable with the idea of taking care of myself a little bit more. I may just be enjoying the freedom that comes with living in an apartment away from my family, but I think it also has a great deal to do with the fact that I now have to take responsibility for my own life. If something gets out of hand, or something goes wrong, I only have myself to blame and I will take care of it on my own.
Probably, it’s the naïve sense of pride I have in myself nowadays, though I assume that too will pass at some point.

Other than this, I have very little to say at the moment. I suppose the only thing I can say is good day, good night, or good morning.

May your days be filled with less headaches than mine are at the moment :P