So yesterday was a good day. After work I headed to the Park City Diner to meet my sisters for dinner. The restaurant was definitely cute in a cheesy 50’s diner sort of way. The view actually is sort of pretty, and they have amazing balcony space. The food was ridiculously overpriced, but not too bad. I had a burger for the first time in over three months, and damn…I’ve missed them. And dessert? I had their banana foster trifle, and I’m still thinking about it. Mmm.

Went home and listened to more music while straightening up a bit. I didn’t make a dent really, but I’ll work on it. Watched two more eps of Freaks and Geeks before hitting the hay. Overslept AGAIN today, I’m not really sure what my problem is. I also dreamt about some pretty strange things. Must’ve been the beef.

Today my mind is racing for no particular reason. I’ve just realized that I only have a week to file my taxes. Whoops. And I have no idea what to buy my father for his birthday in a mere six days. And Easter is this weekend? What’s that about? Apparently my family is celebrating on Friday, and I work, so I guess I’m free on Sunday. I’m sure I’ll stop and visit Sam’s family at some point, perhaps drop something off for them to pass to the kids when they see them. I’d say I’ll try to see them soon, but I’m a realist. Girlfriends have no right to see the children whose diapers they’ve changed, homework they’ve helped with, wounds they’ve patched, t-ball games they’ve watched…I could go on and on, but I suppose it’s easier not to think about it.

I’ve also renewed my vow to get a photo printed on the Jones Soda bottles. I’m determined, I tell you. I have some really goofy ones that feel like they were taken for that very purpose. At least I think about the really important things, you know?

It’s strange how quickly seven days pass when you work the hours I’ve been pulling these last 9 ½ months. It feels like pay day rolls around much more quickly, and the work week just flies by. When you only work 40 hours Monday through Friday, Friday takes an eternity to come. Now the holidays feel like they’re one after another. Christmas is next week, I’m telling you.

I’ve been planning on quitting the second job for a while now, but I change my mind frequently. I suppose until I finally decide upon what I’ll actually do with all that free time I’ll stick with it. I have to say the money is really nice, and I suppose I have nothing else to do with my time. Well, I suppose I have nothing PRODUCTIVE to do with my time, so until I decide upon a new day job, grad school, or a house purchase, I’ll keep raking it in, right? Makes sense. Some days I don’t really mind so much. The months before the second job were pretty rough, and not just because I was broke most of the time. I just didn’t have too many reasons to wake up every day, and every week felt interminable. I don’t really remember what I did with my time then either. I know there was much lazing about on couches and in bed, way too much miserable introspection, depressing music, and an existential crisis or two. Working seventy hours a week isn’t exactly the best reason to get out of bed in the morning, but it was a pretty unavoidable one. To be honest, things have gotten better in my life since then. I’m sure the long hours weren’t the only reason for this change, I’m sure time and distance have helped. Either way, when a friend of mine at work told me that I looked happier these days, he wasn’t entirely wrong. I suppose I am happier, and while I feel guilty about that fact from time to time, I know that I couldn’t have kept living the way I was living a year ago.

So I’ll be working tonight, tomorrow day, tomorrow night, and Saturday night. Let’s see if I can fit some fun in there somewhere.