I haven’t posted because I really don’t have much to say.
Get up. Go to work. Come home. Work some more. Cook dinner. Clean up. Walk dog. Get ready for next day. Go to bed.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Other then that there isn’t really anything going on.
It’s cold here. Cold by my standards and it’s not because I’m acclimated to Phoenix weather. I’d be cold if I lived in Canada and it was 55 degrees out. It’s also gloomy and I need sun to be in my best moods so I’m kinda just BLAH.
The Christmas party for Gary’s shop is this weekend. Joy oh Joy.
I said I wanted to go this year and I kinda do since friends will be there but this is always the.most.boring.thing.ever.
There are prizes but the only people who win are the stupid Airmen who couldn’t shell out their own $2 so the shop pot paid for it.
The alcohol is not top shelf but priced as if it was and they don’t have bartenders they have people who mix drinks and they taste like crap.
Not that I drink anyway but I wanted something else to complain about.

Oh and I have a pimple in between my eyes so I look like a Cyclops.

Tonight is movie night and I can’t think of anything that I want to see.
I’m considering seeing The Golden Compass.
I guess that means I’m going to hell.