Not much happening here at Chez Crazy. Mostly we are trying to stay out of the heat. It's hot as someplace very far south of me. Way down below me. You know what I mean.
Moe is bored, and trying not to think about school starting August 5. (Really, school starts then.) He doesn't want to admit that he might enjoy seeing all his buddies again.
Curly has been sleeping in and avoiding life. He's supposed to be hunting for a job, but jobs are few and far between for 18 year olds with no job skills and little motivation. He's bored and needs something to do. And I'm looking forward to when his skanky girlfriend goes off to college.
Larry is employed and hates his job with a passion. He has gotten his GA EMT license (finally!!!),and is applying for various jobs where he could use it, hopefully working for Grady Hospital. In the mean time, the grocery is at least a steady (if painful) paycheck.
DH and I are trying to maintain employment and sanity. We are studiously avoiding being so feverish with all the heat that we murder our coworkers or our children. So far we've been successful and haven't cracked. But who knows what will happen tomorrow?
I am unmotivated to do much of anything. I have read all three books in the Stieg Larsson Millennium trilogy this summer, but nothing else. (They're really good, if you haven't read them. Larry is midway through the second one.) I'm sick of crocheting, though I'm thinking about making this little item. I have a ton of tatting UFOs and I don't want to finish any of them.
What is wrong with me? I've got to get something going and soon. I feel useless. I need a purpose.
Even the bad kitten has some purpose - play and sleep. Why can't I be like him? He seems very content.
Wait - I know why. I have to go to work and worry about money and children and health and did I say the right thing and....
I need to win the lottery. That'll do it.
Snail without beads
15 hours ago