Sep. 12, 2006--Bored!
At least, that's how I'm feeling now. I've been working at a temp job for the last week for a pittance, entering a couple thousand records a day. (Yes, I type that fast: I was production manager at a magazine, and can hit 100 words per minute.) These entries, however, are dull: addresses and zips and amounts--four lines, one after the other. Dullsville.
And because of my palsy from last year, I've gotten into the habit of taking a nap: at 2pm last Thursday I found a screen full of Es after I woke from a 2-second nap. I should have had my hand rest on the ZZZZZZZZZZZZzz if I'm going to do that.
Early retirement beckons, but I'll lose a couple of hundred dollars a month in Social Security if I stop working now. So I can go on the road and start writing about golf and travel, if I want to give up that extra $$.
(Look at my post of May 25 to see what happened)