Nothing new to report on the job front, other than perhaps that I'm getting a rather sizable lump on my head from banging it against the wall. I think the twitch is trying to come back.
HIRE ME, PLEASE!!!
Meanwhile, to soothe my frazzled nerves, I've taken on the enjoyable-yet-majorly-drawn-out task of scanning all of our family photos from, well, the past century. I lost track of how many photos I'd scanned somewhere around 1200... and that was almost a week ago. Thank goodness for monster hard-drives!
I really am enjoying the project, though. I think it's really cool going through pictures from the fifties and sixties, because I feel like I'm getting to know a different side to my parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Plus, Mom, inspired by a photo of my great-(great)-grandfather St. Onge, told me one rather creepy ghost story last night, and I still have the chills. I need more details. I'm going to have to write a book based on all these family stories. I've got a premise in mind already... now I just need some form of income so I can get my arse out of this house to my own place--and freakin' privacy!
Ooh, speaking of privacy, I'd quite forgotten the fact that Mom never knocks before she comes in my room. I never know when I'll be working at my computer and suddenly hear someone blurt in my ear, "Who are you talking to [online]?" Argh.
Well, I officially should have been in bed two hours ago, so it's high time I do so. It's crazy... every night I fully intend to (and by all means feel ready to) be in bed by midnight, but then I see that pile of pictures. Then I just get sucked in.
I'm out. Safe travels to all in this crazy weather!