tonight it's bottoms up :| in Not-So-Hum-Dingers

Don't mind the title of this entry, it's just a line from the song I've had in my head all week thanks to the radio that plays right behind me while I kick the dish-ass at the restaurant that employs me.

Sezzie told me to write an entry, so let's do this.

I am still a-rockin' at my job, and loving every minute of it. We got a new cook named Meredith who is a really cool, very friendly, and hardworking woman. She's a mother to a son, amicably divorced from his father (the way she describes the situation sounds a lot like how my mom and dad handled their divorce with regards to my brother and I) and she's just the kind of good egg we needed. She hasn't been with us for too long, but she's doing very well and seems a lot more emotionally stable than the last few people that were working with us.

On the non-work front, I keep falling more and more in love with being my daughter's daddy and Sezzie's husband. It has just felt extra good to be filling both of those roles lately and I wanted to make a note of that.

I'm reading the Hunger Games trilogy, and I'm a good bit into the second book. I wouldn't normally have read them because they were "popular," but that's just 'cause I was a bit douche-tastic in the regard. The world that the books have created in my head is pretty immersive and I find myself feeling for the main character and thinking about her whole situation in my sleep (since I don't really dream regular dreams with my new brain). It's definitely not the same style of writing as somebody like Kurt Vonnegut, but that is what I'm liking about it. I'm becoming more and more aware that it's good to read whatever you can get your hands on, and to give everything a chance, because anything can move you in some way. Life is full of surprises like that.

I'm sort of blown away that tomorrow is Friday already. This week has zoomed by very quickly. I guess having a good amount to take up your time will make that time seem to pass a little faster than being bored. Duh.

Alllllll right, I think this counts as an entry.

Peace and bacon grease.