It's all about context.
So, yeah. 2 days of double overtime in my very near future. I didn't have to do it - in fact, after some deliberation, I volunteered for it, because I could use the money - so I'm not gonna complain or whine or bitch about it. The way I look at it, I get 4 days' pay for the price of 2, I don't have to get dressed up, I can blast my music, it'll be air-conditioned (unlike the bulk of my apartment), and I'll feel that much less guilty when I decide to take a personal day later on.
Almost done with "Good Omens"... great book. A blurb on the back describes it as what would happen if Thomas Pynchon, Tom Robbins and Don DeLillo had collaborated. Terry Gilliam would make this a FINE movie, if only someone in Hollywood could grow some testicles. Along those lines, Eddie Izzard would make a fantastic Crowley.
My nicotine withdrawal is progressing... shall we say, interestingly. No more anxiety or insomnia, no more mysterious leg cramping - now it's just a voracious appetite that even 10 glasses of water can't cure, and right now, at this very moment, I'm having my first real cigarette craving since I quit last Sunday. Woo-hoo! At least I'm not typing 130wpm like I was on Monday.
The urge that I'm fighting even harder, though, is that of reckless spending. Tons of DVDs and CDs I wanna buy. With tomorrow's earnings I could buy an Xbox and a few games. Not to mention all the actual, practical things I need, like shoes and such.
Finally, the woman and I, having spent 15 minutes in the video store last night, slackjawed and dumbfounded, decided to rent Tim Burton's Planet Of The Apes with the express desire to make fun of it the whole way through. We were not disappointed. We were only too pleased that we didn't spend $10 to see it in the theater. What a steaming turd of a film. I wish I had written down some of our witty comments, but I forced my brain to forget everything. The woman did a very funny "monkey love/human love" dance, though.