Day 110

Day one hundred ten

February 20, 2013: Song of Solomon. Interesting stuff there. In-ter-est-ing stuff. I finished reading it today and I have to say that...well actually I have nothing to say.  And why is it always, that on my days off I do fewer productive things than on the days I work? Is it because I feel the freedom to procrastinate, or is it because I feel free days are special, and therefore I should not do anything important during them?

Day 109

Day one hundred nine

February 19, 2013: So over a week later and the leak is still being dealt with. The walls in Jacob's room have been torn off, we can't use any of the bathrooms upstairs, (that has been fun,) and a lot of the plumbing is going to have to be replaced. Apparently the plumbing wasn't installed correctly.

Day 108

Day one hundred eight

February 18, 2013: Work has added 1 to 7 shifts. I dislike them.

Day 107

Day one hundred seven

February 17, 2013: I'm pretty sure, now that I think about it, already talked about time flying by in a previous entry. Oy vey I'm hardly even a tenth through and I'm already recycling old material. It is just so hard to be original in a world where everything has basically been done. I've talked about work about a gillion times as well. Why did I ever decide to do this? I have nothing significant to write! By the time I'm done with this I will probably be writing single sentence entries every day about the weather. When writing a story I'm as long winded as Dickens, but ask me to write something interesting about my own life and I begin to resemble a lobotomized chicken.

Day 106

Day one hundred six

February 16, 2013: Where did the day go? Today swept by so quickly. I didn't get around to all the things I wanted to do today. That's been happening more often it seems. I wonder if the days seem shorter merely because there are more things I'm trying to do in them, or if it really is some geographical fluke that causes the time stream continue to flux and compresses time.