Herding Cats

"Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome." -Isaac Asimov

Classes are winding down and finals are 2 weeks away...I feel like I want to be done with school, but maybe it is because I'm working and going to school. I complain about this a lot. Instead of the best of both worlds, you get the worst of both. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy school and love my job, just miss the days of undergrad where I had the whole day to myself except when I should of been in class. Now each day I wake up like a normal working person, go to work and get to leave early (which is where my productivity would have ended in the real world anyway) and off to class. I guess I shouldn't complain, it does pay the rent and probably helps a lot with my poker habit/hobby/addiction/curse/fun.

Every Weds at work there are free donuts. I usually nab one before they are all gone. Today I didn't have one. Is that self control or did I just increase my donut craving. I have also been doing this thing where I make this green tea they have at work and drink one cup daily. At first I did it because tea has caffinee, or so I think, and I thought it might wake me up while maybe being good for me. So I'll keep drinking one and see how it goes.

I was thinking of going home for easter, but I can't justify flying to texas for less than 2 days. The next week my cousin is getting married, same thing, 2 days and I should probably be studying. Thing is that after finals I'll get to take a week off to go home, but then I'll probably want to enjoy the time to myself.

Do you know you can't take cats for walks? Doesn't stop me from trying. Maybe I should of started them out at kittens. Now they have a leash and harness, so they had better learn. Things I'll do on a sunny afternoon to not write that paper.

I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night. This isn't the usual insomnia crap where my mind is racing, I think I just had too much caffinee in my system and my body couldn't calm down. At one point I woke up and thought, shit I'm going to die. Not like right now, but at some point. Then you get the quick, wow, I'm living here in this reality, but I'm going to die and I might go to heaven or cease to exist, but either way I'll never be the same me that I am right now. (At least I'm hoping I'll know more.) I don't much mind the idea of ceasing to exist or the heaven part since well I don't have much choice, I mind the part where I have to die. I've gone over it and there is just no good way. So I'm not worried about being dead, just about dying. I don't get these thoughts a lot, mainly because questioning your existance can kind of put you in a state of endless questions. I'd rather just live the life I got and pertend this is the world I live in and let everything sort itself out once I'm dead. Doesn't it sound morbid when I say the word dead? But last night, was one of those times it just popped in my head...but I put it aside and didn't think much of it after, but it always makes an impression.

there is something nice about "how was your day dear?"