i really don't want to go to work again. i hate split shifts, especially today. all i want to do is work on little projects around the house, smoke, and watch "how clean is your house" all day. i want to take the babies to the dog park. i want to be lazy. i want to read a book.

i have to scale back again on work. i'm overdoing it. oops. but it's so nice to be in the environments i'm in, to remember that work is not my identity, and i don't owe my co-workers anything more than hard work.

i like drinking again, too. i like going out after work and having a long island or two. i like being blocks from my work and the bars. i'm happy that i never have to drive my car anywhere.

i'm happy that i don't leave work with that heavy feeling i had for so long that i didn't even realize i had it. at my jobs now, i can snap at someone for being stupid, and they'll snap back, and no one feels broken hearted about it. it's freeing, and ih have no desire to be involved in some of the work dramas around me. i kind of feel like i flit in and out, do a good job, like most everyone, and most everyone likes me, and then i leave.

anyway, shit's rockin'. i love the lady, and i love the puppies. i made them beds for their crates, and i am overly proud of how much they love it.

ok, gotta change and get to my job. just felt compelled to randomly post.