September 14, 2003

Got Them Steadily Depressin' Low Down Mind Messin'...

...going back to work blues.

Yes, boys and girls, tomorrow is my first day back in the workforce. I once again have to join the rat race, waking up before I'm ready, driving nearly 30 miles across the heart of Denver, all so I can contribute to the tax base like a good, responsible citizen. I've no idea how this new job will affect my blogging; it will depend on their internet policies, and how busy I am. I suspect I'll be pretty busy, but maybe I'll have time at lunch to fire off a quick post or two so that none of you end up twitching on the floor from withdrawal.

Or perhaps I'll become a night-blogger. We shall see.

I must admit I've grown quite spoiled the last two months, living by my own schedule (or Fiona's, as necessary), doing what I want when I want with whom I want, but all goods things must come to an end (I don't really believe that - I can think of some good things that have lasted for years, and others that I intend to see last for the same - but it seems the kind of thing you say in such a situation so that people think you're very erudite and sophisticated and so, so much better and more important than they could ever hope to be)...uh, where was I?

Ah, yes, work. Up early. First day. Should be interesting. Wish me luck.

Oh - and guys (Matt, Matt, and Zomby), let me know if we're still on for beer downtown tomorrow evening. I figure I could make Rock Bottom by 6-6:15.