Pug’s Place

Okay, so I have nothing fun to do tonight that I want to do. Sucks, eh? Going to work and then coming home without extra-family, extra-office interaction day after day is as monotonous as the Badger animation. I have 10.5 days until I leave for Europe and I’m tempted to go pack my suitcase. How lame is that?

I realize that many people live their life like this, just going to and from work. I gotta go somewhere other than work in my car, even if it’s just another city. It’s not that I feel trapped, but rather I feel idle. Sure, I can hack on some free software, but at present I’m coming home from work with a brain that’s entirely tired of reading poorly-written Ada. And tired of looking at source code. So I want something else to do. Thus I’m slowly learning a little French. For example, I know now to say Je ne parle pas francais. I can also recognize a very small vocabulary. Maybe I’ll know something in 10 days.

Then again, maybe not. I’ll pretend I’m German, and avoid crying out something unhoeflich (impolite) like “Ich werde die franzoesische Arschen vor mich verdruecken!”

My spoken German is a bit better than my written, since my grammar mistakes are less noticeable.

*boredyawn* Wake me up inside, wake me up inside. Call my name and save me from the dark. Bid my blood to run before I come undone. Save me from the nothing I’ve become… actually, wake me up outside.

Want to do something. Perhaps I’ll just go and prove that idle hands are the devil’s workshop…