Anita, I am not sure who is waiting for me. Of course, given that my locale has the highest levels of STD’s in the state, it may be a question of what’s waiting for me 😛

Been really crabby/pessimistic lately after watching the U.S. decide to self-immolate, and seeing the rule of “mob” supplant the rule of law at times. That, and the fact that I’ve been catching hell for things that I should not be catching hell for. Perhaps it is a good thing that I haven’t had much social contact this week.

Ideally, I’d hope that it would be someone who: is intelligent; has common-sense; is independent; is at least reasonably attractive; is educated; etc.

Singh, for a long time, I associated my job with myself. Now, I’ve been at that so long, it’s hard to change. And, at 39, feels like a challenge to find women who aren’t attached, who have some degree of common-sense, or who don’t keep repeating issues. I.E.: when your boyfriend and soon-to-be fiance with whom you bought a house with is utterly terrified to travel to Scandinavia to meet your financially well-off parents (and not flight anxiety), shouldn’t that raise some red flags?? And, when you kind of get the, um, er, um response from family shouldn’t that also raise some red flags?

For a while I tried to dedicate time to introspection, somehow that got swallowed up. The month of December is utterly horrifying on the calendar, so kind of doubt that there will be much relief there.

Sometime this weekend, need to find time to go out the range and practice. I used to find that interesting, and in a strange way, relaxing… now it seems almost like a hassle. Some of the law enforcement folks wanted me to come out and shoot their qualifying course this coming Wednesday. Now, to not look like a complete schmuck, going to have to go out and practice some (only gotten one short round of handgun practice in for the last year). Guy I’m supposed to be going shooting with scored 290 / 300 on the course for this year’s qualifying, not sure if the guy who scored 300 / 300 is coming too.

Personal time is a strange thing to me. I nearly always have a cellphone with me, with my work phone synched with our email system, and I’m the #1 person to call when the fecal matter impacts the rotating air circulation device. I think I should start a list of the states and Canadian provinces that I’ve been called/texted in when supposedly “on vacation.” The last enjoyable “vacation” I had was a long weekend in Regina, SK where I said to hell with the phone and left it behind, and decided to just experience things.

Part of the problem is that I don’t really enjoy much anymore apart from certain types of music, and I’m too cheap to buy a really good audio outfit.

Not even sure what my hobbies are anymore. Look at doing stuff and just kind of think *meh*.