I've been exhausted for a little over 2 weeks now. It started with a brilliant 5-day migraine and my first-ever sick day, and still, two weeks later, it's heads or tails whether I'll have a fever or not. I really just want to sleep most of the afternoon - but once I'm out of bed I'm doing awesome until about 1pm. Seriously, what is the deal here? I don't even know.
Anyhow. I gushed about things last time I posted, and by things I of course mean my phone. You all loved it. I know you did.
Sadly, I haven't done many exciting things. Really, even now, I don't have anything to say (that I'm allowed to say - ha!). I'm just trying to find an excuse to stay awake past 9pm in a misguided attempt to be less tired in the morning. Something about sleep patterns and sleeping too much. I have every reason to not be a doctor. Likely, my inabilities to (a) memorize things quickly and (b) read through long, boring lines of text would inhibit my skill at practicing medicine. Fortunately, these shortcomings are merely hurdles in software development and not roadblocks. Plus, I'm not so keen on blood in considerable volumes.
Work is going well. Apart from my aforementioned fatigue and the amount of time I manage to burn while waiting for other people to do things - a number which is, thankfully, falling rapidly - I am having a good time. I'm learning stuff and being allowed to explore my current project. I am making more friends as well, as evidenced by my extra-work-ular (what is the adult form of extracurricular?) activities with work folks. I dig it. This will only seem sad or creepy if somebody happens upon it randomly and was somehow involved. Who at work crawls blogspot.com in their free time? I certainly don't. Anymore.
I had a strange moment on Sunday (Sunday, what?) in which I realized that I really did, in fact, want to try at work. Not 'try' in the sense that I haven't been doing work until now; rather 'try' in the sense that I want to be noticed and do things that show I am a valuable person worth of responsibility and so forth. It was a strange feeling, especially since I've never really been anywhere long enough to hit this point (or fail to hit it). It's a nice feeling, albeit slightly unnerving as it implies a certain path for my future.
I've been thinking a lot about moving as of late, something that both seems like an awesome idea and makes me want to hide in a closet all at the same time. On one hand, I'd love to be closer to work and church and friends on the opposite end of Raleigh. My commute would decrease drastically; my fuel expenses would fall, and I could sleep later. 25 minutes was a deliciously short commute when I started. Now that it's been some floating-point number of weeks (I've stopped counting, but I know it isn't an integer), I have grown impatient with the time it takes me to drive 12 miles on 440. The real dream is to live in a 5-mile radius and get an electric motorcycle for the commute. I know, I have awesome dreams. In reality, I will probably shoot for a maximum of 8 miles and get a normal motorcycle since the savings don't really add up with an electric one. That said, I can't really start thinking about moving since my lease isn't up until July of next year. Also, there is no way I'm moving in the summer. I'll wait until November or something.
I don't like all this planning ahead business. I should sleep.
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