Falling off the bandwagon here. What hours aren't taken up by work are precious and few. And after staring at a computer screen for 8 hours a day it is difficult to force myself to come home and write. I did have some time on the job for writing, but lately, what with one girl transferring to Houston, one girl who went back to part-time, and the guy who still sleeps most of the day in his cubicle, I am up to my eyebrows in work. And not fun work either--office-cubicle work. Leaves me too tired for writing and tongue-tied when I have the time.

So many concerns: bi-annual reviews are coming up, wedding planning, money. The reviews are the least of my concerns since I do my job and damn well, but I should probably take them more seriously. Mostly it's the wedding and paying for it and daily expenses. My lover is 5+ hours away in Texarkana, so I only get to see him once a month or so, unless you count Skype (which we don't do everyday). It's difficult not to miss him.

I have written some, and edited stories posted here when I'm too brain-dead to write. So many revisions, it seems pointless to edit the posts until I can control the impulse to edit. Keep sending them in to different mags, keep getting rejection letters worded oh-so-politely. Trying not to let it bother me, but of course it does, at least a little.

I didn't even realize my birthday is next week until my mom said something about it. After 21 the birthdays aren't really significant unless you're turning a multiple of 10. 23 is certainly no big deal. I'd like to take the day off but I need the cash. Ah the joy of being an "adult".

About the only good thing lately is that it's been storming a lot around here. Storms always make me happy.