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[vicarz]

Other than the trials and tribulations of an African child soldier, can anyone recommend good books to read?


Today's religious exchange:
Jose,
Let me mix them yet even more; my original remarks were solely intended to (boss)... I demonstrated no forethought of mind to perceive he would send them to you. Nevertheless, may you find yourself on the KING'S Highway before you remember that I prayed as much for you...the LORD is willing, HE'S waiting on you, my friend....

(to religious wacko - skipping other emails in between)
Thanks Sir -

I thought about that later, I also thought about the fact it's different when we send emails to each other vs. to the public. If you send me an email, it's not as though I'm going to think the government endorses your religious views. If you were communicating to people outside the organization then it might hit that "auspices of office" issue. Still, not finding god on the roster was kinda funny to me!

Funny, I was reading some xtian stuff in preparation for my trip to Habitat for Humanity - a group that is fixated on the difference between the practice in religion in thought vs. deed - arguing you can't find your way without both. Most seem to have word and perhaps thought, but lack deed. I'm in the odd category of deed rather than thought. Hey - I'd drink if I saw (or recognized) water.
'sall good


ME ME ME yawn...
Ok so work is officially caught up - 100% caught up. I'm just rocking right along, on top of all my cases, and haven't been this together in months (at least 6). Whew! I worked at home the last couple of days, and nothing says worth all the shit I put up with like 2 days of WAH with very little work that needed doing. It's been a while since I could just do my WAH in murky or not have to cheat in extra hours off the clock later.

But...it's weird. I just can't seem to get stuff done. I'd say it was a sign of depression, that whole overwhelmed or never feeling like doing anything that needs doing, but over the last few weeks my mood has lifted significantly (for no reason I can discern). I have done a bunch of things I wanted to do, but I just keep looking at the laundry as it sits on the rack until I do more laundry, then the stuff is folded or hung on furniture...the dishes remain in the washer until the sink is full...I used to wish I had time to keep up when I spent an additional 40 hours or more a week doing law school - now I have no school, less gym time...yet less is getting done.

What am I doing with my time? Sleeping more, granted the BEST PART is I'm hanging out with friends more - a credit card bill reminded me I'm doing food with friends almost every day of the week. Then after all the social time I need to crash, I watch my cartoons, play my ancient video game...and I have done SOME things - I have bought and set up 3 computers, stripping down 2 for gifts to others. Much recycle stuff / trash is out, the chemicals taken to the semi-hazardous place...and I have a metric ton of time off to take (and do what exactly?)

Ugh, it just feels like I'm not getting stuff done. I don't mind until...I guess that's my not-catholic guilt or something.

Fuck, I like people but they take so much time!

I'm back to fear of selling my house. I looked at my old place that I flipped for a 35k profit - it's now selling for almost 100k more than I sold it for. Granted it's been remodeled 100%, but wow. I made it through school w/o quitting my job, but that's over 10k a year I gave up by selling it. Of course, how could I know? How could I know the market would double in 5 years? How could I know I could go through law school while simultaneously working full-time?

If I sell I wind up 100% in the market or sitting on cash. If I don't sell I have nearly equal investments in stocks and real estate, but am only 6 months away from bankruptcy at any particular time.

Wow, I have time to think out loud in LJ. I'm so glad I finally got on top of my work, and this before our new litigator joins us. Life might just be starting to get better...bout fucking time mutter mutter...