Bruce Toews (masterofmusings) wrote,
Bruce Toews

Where'd the Weekend Go?

So Saturday night, I set my alarm before going to bed. funblindsinger can testify to this, as I was on Skype with her at the time. What I failed to do was to turn the alarm on once it was set. So, with a 9:28 pick-up for church, I reached consciousness at 9:07. Luckily, I'm an evening showerer, so I didn't have to worry about that. I was up, dressed, and out the door and ready to go when my ride arrived. I omitted the shaving. Nobody complained, thank you, the gracious people of Morrow Gospel church.

This afternoon I fell asleep in front of the TV, which might go some way toward explaining why I'm up writing LJ entries instead of dreaming blissfully. I awoke at around 5:30, stumbled to the computer, changed my primary e-mail address (this is how I fritter away a Sunday afternoon, you see), and then it was back on Skype for a pleasant evening. Hey, the Bombers won, I totally forgot about the game.
So now here I sit, sipping (get this) a bottle of ... what's that stuff called? It's in lakes and rivers, mixed in with the industrial waste ... um ... fish crap in it ... uh, water, that's it. I can't drink tap water, I hate the taste of chlorine. My dad was alergic to the stuff, so I was spoiled at home with filtered, softened water.
Well, if I'm not awake tomorrow at work, my boss might not be so willing to give me a good reference for the new job I'm applying for.

Those of you who pray, please pray for me as I have to sit through at least another week of wondering about the job at the Department of Education. I want it so badly.

Have a great day everyone.

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