Dammit, I can't even relax when I'm relaxing!

So as this is a lovely free evening of mine with nothing to do and the run of the place to myself, I decide to take a bath. My shoulder/neck has been acting up again (send painkillers!) so i figure this will help my muscles to relax. I get the bathroom all set up, pour far too much bubble-solution into the water (which doesn't matter because it's cheap shit that stays bubbly for about 5 minutes), set up a few CD's I might want to listen to and attempt to enter the tub.

I say "attempt" because it took about 5 minutes of me dipping my feet in and out of the water before they could be submerged for good. Every time I tried, it felt like they were being boiled. I put my hand in to test it. No problem! My feet? No way! I rubbed my feet, attempting to get some blood to flow to the are so that I could get in sometime before the bubbles ran out. Finally worked.

So I'm in the tub. Soaking. Shoulder's feeling good. Soothing music playing. Happy times.

I'm bored.

So I scrub my feet and other dry rough patches.
Resume soaking.

Still bored.
Man, it's hot.
Really hot.
I can't get comfortable.
It's hot.
My neck hurts.
I'm bored.

So I got out.
And now my rough patches are still rough, my shoulder/neck still hurts and I reek of cheap vanilla bubblebath like I've been soaking in the heart-shaped hot tub at some cheesy trash romantic getaway hotel.

24 starts in 5.
Something to look forward to.
Sweet.

Schadenfreude

I guess that's what it is. I can't think of any other reason for me to find ice-cold Californians so frickin funny.

But GOD! How entertaining is it to see people bundled up and bemoaning the weather when it's 50 degrees and sunny! Wearing heavy winter coats reserved for temperatures under the freezing point. Coming in as if they had just been on an artic expedition, blowing on their hands and wailing about how it's never been this cold EVER in the existence of everything.

Schadenfreude and hyperbole. Put together? SO FUNNY.

You know I'm working again when...

Yes, that's right. I post when I'm bored at work. Now that you have this mystery figured out, you can go on with being pleased with yourself.

I'm gonna bring things down for a second.
(Go, little raincloud, go!)
All my friends are posting messages of hope for the new year. Tidings of optimism for what bounty 2007 holds for them.

It makes me want to do the opposite.
No offense, guys! I have nothing but respect for you and your positive outlooks! It's just in my nature to go against the grain. However, this is the very thing I've been trying so hard not to do. To stop mistaking pessimism for realism and optimism for idealism. And how bad is "idealism" anyway? A little naive if that's how you think things will actually go, but if it's more of a goal, then why not?

Here's my take.

I hope...
... that 2007 will be a font of success for myself and everyone I care about...
... that I will learn to grow as a human being and accept myself and my strengths (I have no problem accepting my faults) and all that crap...
... that I will be able to stop working at jobs that continually try to suck out my soul...
... that peace, joy, love, goodwill, harmony, delirious happiness and bunnies that give hugs will prevail over the world...

... but I will understand if none of this happens.

Take it or leave it.