...later today

Hey. Decent day at work. Actually, it was pretty good. Just wish I could accomplish more than I am faster than I am. I'm so eager to be amazing at this...really want to skip over this time of learning it and getting it wrong a bunch. But it is nice to have something to work towards, something to want to get better at. However, there is something to be said about those jobs where you don't learn anything and you sit around counting down until you can go home and watch TV. Man, I kind of miss being lazy. Maybe I didn't like it so much, I mean no one likes being bored, but I was so used to being bored that it came to define a workday. It's hard not to miss things that you're used to, even when they're bad.

Point is, it's difficult to work hard everyday. I know that's what separates the successful from the rest, but it doesn't mean it isn't hard. I don't know if those successful hard working types always love being hard-working. I wonder. Do they hate it? Or are they so propelled by success and the money they'll make that they enjoy it? Or maybe they just love working really hard and they end up being successful and rich, but they hardly notice it because they just love to work? Are those people really just filling a void? Hmmm...

Well, I want to be one of those people who LOVES working really hard, loves that it will make me rich and successful, which then also contributes to my loving what I do, but also knows how to play just as hard as I work so that I can share my great fortune with those I love with quality time and luxurious trips in a beautiful home. Easy enough.

But here's what's so great - having a long day at work, doing pretty well, then coming home, crawling into my pillow-top bed with my 400 thread sheets and Sex and the City duvee down-comforter and watching Friends and Will & Grace reruns. Man, life can be so good. So simple and so good.

I'm so tired though. I decided to put my apartment in order. We had to clear out EVERYTHING in our kitchen so the bug guy could come and spray. Last night, I decided to put it all back myself to make sure it was done and my week would be uncluttered both figuratively and literally. Then at 5:30pm, I thought it would be a good idea to paint the entire kitchen. After five hours, I cleaned everything up, did all the dishes, and went to bed happy that I accomplished it all. But, now I'm fucking exhausted. Still, I know I have a clean and pretty kitchen, and that makes me feel even better about coming home at the end of the day.

I'm putting together my "den" (den = a corner of the room with a lamp, area rug, plant, and chair), and after finally deciding on a chair that is perfect and for a great price - the Levitz around me no longer has it in stock. Don't know when they'll restock, but that's sad. Not sad like important-sad, sad like disappointed over stupid things sad. You know the difference.

Okay, my cough syrup is finally kicking in, so I'm going to crawl under my covers and love the small things about life.