She's a Maniac

Well, no one in particular is a maniac. Maybe just myself because I've been sitting in my sweatpants for most of the morning (no big surprise). I'm trying to figure out my website...but I wish I had a Mac instead of this stupid PC. I know, it's my own damn fault for buying the stupid thing...and I think I would trade it in if I could. Oh, well life will go on.

It's kind of odd not having anything to do really. Not anyone screaming at you and working until 1 AM because clients need their proofs by 8AM next day and have to fly it to them via airline courier and trying to figure out when the last flight of the night is. And then still show up at work realatively early so I can be there when the client decides to call and discuss production issues. And basically having to think about anything technical. In that industry, something new was always coming up, especially with technology. Everyday was an experiment. But I'm done with all of that...I'm still glad I left...just make sure you ask me when I retire whether it was worth it. My hair was turning gray. Yes, my hair was turning gray and I have to say it had everything to do with stress...NOT old age.

Although, now I'm consumed of worries. I'm a worry wart by nature. I worry about anything and everything. But most of the time I don't freak out and usually I have other things to think about.

So in my Monday of nothing planned, I very much intend to donate my clothes to Lucy and break for animals.