Dum, de dum-dum, dum.

Well, it sure has been a while. Over a month now since I've been home and June starts in an hour. (Okay, 47 minutes. Er, 46.) Back home and back to work within a week. That's kind of quick, but it's good. Don't know what I'd do if I didn't have to get up and go to work. Probably waste a lot of time watching movies or . . . reading comic books. I do miss college a little. I miss. . . the people, sitting in class. The "dining commons." I don't miss having to walk through the snow and wind up to the campus, or having to go up three flights of stairs just to play a piano (if one is open). I don't miss the homework or the papers or the stress of getting good grades. I don't miss all the girls or my roommates even. I definitely don't miss my dorm sup or my teachers.

I think I miss the motivation the most. The reason to do well. The opportunity to work hard and make people happy with the results. I don't do that enough at home. I have been trying. Trying to be more helpful with little things around the house. But I lock myself away in my room too often I think. It's hard when you've been at work all day to come home and have the desire to do anything that you're not asked to do. To do something that will get done whether or not I'm the one to do it. Something that doesn't need to be done right now. It's easier to sit at my computer or the TV and not think, to just relax for a little while. But what good does that do? Do people really need to relax? Shouldn't helping BE relaxing? If I'm relaxed when I sleep, and I get at least seven hours of sleep, do I really need to spend time during the day not doing anything? Hmm. It's hard, nonetheless, to do things you're not asked to do when you come home.

It's also hard to get up at 5am. I'm going to get some good practice in next week though. And a dentist's appointment on Tuesday assures that I won't really have a shorter day at all. In fact, it'll probably be slightly longer. . . At least I won't have to be standing at the dentist's. Maybe I'll actually fall asleep this time. But I doubt it.

I still haven't gotten the invitation to Telah's candle party. I think it's this Friday. I'm hoping I can come up with something else that I'm going to do instead. . . I really would rather not go. And then I wonder if I should go just because. I know I'm not going to spend any money (unless it were as a gift). I don't need candles; I don't want any more candles; I don't ever use candles. Candles produce smoke, and I don't like smoke. But anyway. I have enough as it is. There are better and easier ways to make a room smell nice than producing smoke. But that still doesn't answer the question of whether or not I should go. Ooo! I could gas prices as an excuse! . . . . That's actually a pretty good reason too. Heh. Over 4 dollars now. . . . When I started driving gas was just over 2 dollars I think. That was what, three years ago now? Three years = a 2 dollar raise. That's kind of nasty.

Well, I should probably be off to bed, off to bed. "Oh, I couldn't possibly go to bed now-" *ehem* Yes, when the movie lines start freely flowing, 'tis time for me to be goin'. (And here comes the ryhmes. . . ) So I bid thee adieu and goodnight. Till we meet again. And a happy first day of June to ye (in 31 minutes).