I think I'm getting kinda burned out on Facebook. It seems all I do is glance at the status updates, which are, admittedly, usually pretty funny; then I comment on a few statuses (stati?); then I check my inbox. I don't really get into all those applications like where you pass beers or get fish for your cove or whatever, so I have about 846 of those sitting in cyberspace. I should click "Ignore," but I fear that would be rude. Would it?
I'd rather eat melamine than read that damned article one more time. It's been altered and adulterated by people the world over. Thank god my name's not on it. And the data-entry aspects of the job pretty much lost their luster on Day 2 of the job. So I'm sick of work. It's possible that this whole sickness is connected to #3, though...
3. Cold weather/no sunlight
If it's possible to be burned out on snow, then that's what I am. I need sunlight. I need warm temps. I want it to be 70 year-round. Perhaps I'm just already pre-adjusting to California or something, but I'm cranky in this snowy sleety weather. I miss wearing shorts. I hate scraping ice off my windshield every morning; it's a pain. I want to drive with my windows down and the wind in my hair! (ooh, I just had a brief happy moment!)
4. State College
Definitely pre-adjusting to not being here on this one, and I should probably stop it. I have a bad habit of living in the future world of "when _____ happens." My life has been a matter of waiting and seeing for about five or six years now. First it was waiting for Kat to get into grad school, then it was waiting for her to pick a school, then it was waiting to move, then waiting for her to graduate. Now it's waiting for Matty's job applications/interviews process. (And don't think I haven't noticed that the pronouns and names in that little list do NOT include "I," "me" or "my." Don't get all shrinky on me. Just listen to me complain, okay?) (Wow, I think some bitchiness just occurred inside those last paratheses. Sorry about that. Parentheses are obviously the tools of the devil.)
The good thing is that I'm waiting for something that will vastly improve my life and my outlook. Moving out of this beautiful but kinda hellish place will be a gift from the universe, believe me. This town is tiny, and it's very conservative. I long to live in or near a big city where there's diversity of all kinds. Small-town life is just not for me. So I have to be contented with waiting; it's only a matter of months now.
Okay--bitching session over. Feel free to go back to what you were doing.
P.S. -- See? I couldn't have done this on Facebook. Or at least in any way I know how to use Facebook.