Aimless and wandering

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I think the money they raise should go toward causes and charites they believe in, or they should spend their campaign time actually working alonside their potential constituents (Former FL governor Bob Graham used to spend a day, think they should spend a week.) That form of political advertising would tell me more about a potential candidate than any negative capiagn ad, flyer in my mailbox or message on my answering machgine, all of which are ignored.

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I have variations on the same dream: that I'm late or should be someplace else. I'm late for a class, but I can find/get into my locker that has the books I need, or I don't know what day it is and therefore which class I should be in. I hate ending up back in high school. Or I'm given a task at work that should take 15 minutes and I'm gone for hours because I end up in some tourist resort "next door" (there is no such thing in reality) and can't find an exit in the complex to get back to my job.

And occasionally, the naked dream. But I'm the only one that seems worried about it.

I'm sure these all have some deep psychological meanings and I'm probably better off NOT knowing what they mean.;-)

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I've heard all the terms used, working in the veterinary industry. Most often, 'Mom' or 'Dad' is used in reference to the patient's owner/guardian. As long as an animal is properly loved and cared for, I don't think the terminology matters.

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If I manage to stay awake until the ball drops, it's a big deal. DH and I share a kiss, then it's usually off to sleep. I've been out on NYE before... never again.

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::rant ON::
If the prospects for finding a new job with comparable pay weren't so poor, I'd be considering the very thing right now. Fuck benefits and health coverage, who needs retirement if I don't fucking survive to see the end of the year from the physical exertion and stress?
::rant OFF::

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Movie theatre. I sunburn in ten minutes, so conceivably I could say 'both', but shivering with sunburn in a movie isn't any fun...

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No over-the-road playlist is complete without Golden Earring's Radar Love, though listening to it, especially late at night could leave to a speeding ticket. The whole Eagles "Desperado" album is a must, some Led Zeppelin, some Paul Thorn and maybe a little Bonnie Raitt to round things out.

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I still remember all the words to the song...

[Error: unknown template qotd]John Keats Ode on Melancholy

"Ay, in the very temple of delight
Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung."

Which to me essentially means that without sadness we never can truly appreciate those moments of joy.

Plus, melancholy is an emotion strongly associated with April 15th here in the US.

[Error: unknown template qotd]Football, soccer, basketball, most team sports since I sucked at them and we didn't have an option for dressing out and getting cleaned up afterward in middle school. The rules of the games weren't explained very well and I just didn't care enough to try any harder. I loved gymnatics, even though I wasn't much good, and volleyball was one of the few team sports that I liked because I understood the rules and I was good enough at it to not look like a complete idiot playing.