You can have whatever you like.

Longish time no (actual) blog (movie posts aside). I've been meaning to do so just to bitch about work and talk about how excited I am about the move & such, but I'm rather lazy. That and, on Monday, I stopped at the Discount Books shop and purchased an actual little black journal for $2 (two of them, actually, one black & one tan) and have been spilling myself into that. Doing so whenever the urge strikes me and I have the time. It's all utterly unreadable–even by me–but I think it's the scribbling itself that is therapeutic.

To talk here, the fiancée and I have come close to picking a home. There are two or three on the top of the list right now and she intends to call about them on [her] Monday [my Sunday night]. This news should probably be on the wedding site, but like the two lazy people we are we've let those slip and my Awesome Aussie has not even skinned or themed or whatevered. Nonetheless it's all happening and I couldn't be happier or more excited. Nerves are actually minimal and seem focused less on being/living in a whole new land (not to mention other things being done for the first time) as they are on the actual travel and getting the Visa and other bits of bureaucracy.

What else, what else? I hate my job this year. Makes the other ones look like a cake-walk. I've been bitched at constantly for things like saying "might be" instead of "may be" and have a pending "training call" because apparently I unprofessionally talked over someone on a call a week ago or something. I have no idea and frankly don't care. If it weren't so important right this second I would have quit already on principle. I am sick to death of these people. Especially since all day long I have callers telling me how pleasant and personable and helpful I am. It's a fat load of bullshit.

And now I'm upset and it's time to watch a movie I have no interest in. Damn, damn, damn!