Is it really only Tuesday?

Good lord the weeks get long when you actually have to work.

I could swear that there have been a couple other days mixed in already this week, but my calendar says my mind is lying to me again. This happens a fair amount.

Read Goody's blog today about work boredom and the like, and I have to say, I hear ya goody. I'm now well into my fifth year in this job, and there are many days when it seems like I could do my job with my eyes closed. Actually, there's a possibility I just tried that for the last 5 minutes, I'm a little blank on what I just did.

Back to non-work talk, because, well, even if you don't find your work boring everybody else does.

Got all sorts of projects planned for the next couple months, building bookshelves, closets (I seem to have misplaced all of my closet space recently), redoing the dining room, etc. Judging by Goody's model of building a table, I could be 35 by the time I'm done. In reality, I'm just trying to beat the snow, and not go broke.

What this brings my to is the realization that a true test of age is what you spend your money on. Used to be, I'd blow a bunch of money at the bars, Itunes, and Best Buy, and they just suck it up and eat cheap until the next pay check. Now my big expenses are mortagage, car, 15 different types of insurance, and feeding the dogface. I think I might have to go on a bender just to make my wallet feel younger.