As I lay here six feet down

I've been thinking a lot about getting bag into blogging. A means of venting, keep a trace of my life, don't know, want to give it a try again. I mean, it's only been two years, right?

Where am I in my life right now?
- married (yes, to shanaqui )
- not in customer support anymore, now doing internal tech support. I liked it, I put up with it, I hate it
- second year of a degree in software dev
- medicated

That's all there is to it, really.
I've been on the meds for a while now and it has really helped. My brain's more stable, I'm much less agressive, more able to be social when it's required of me.
Classes are a joy (even if night classes on top of work wear me out like nobody's business) and it's nice to occasionally be reminded that maybe I'm not entirely as dumb as I sometimes feel.
Work is horrible (has it ever not been), but I'm soon changing to a test engineer function, so that a. takes me entirely out of support and I won't have to plug people vga cables in anymore and b. might actually be interesting and I'll learn some stuff. It's not all sunshine, there's more people side things that I'm not a fan of, but it's a step up, no doubt.

Being married is lovely, it's been a whole month already and it's still amazing. I get to have a nikki around all the time now and that is the best, no kidding. A nikki and a bunny and it's all good.

More soon, yes.

Let us bulletpoint!

• Work: still probationing for senior position, etc, etc, all still good


• The wedding is off. Not because we split up but because of bureaucracy nightmares. It's okay


• I've taken up embroidery. It's fun. Slightly maddening. Good times


• Was on citalopram, then came off it. It did nothing for my depression and killed my libido. Feeling good right now anyway so it's all fine


• Currently off sick for a couple days on account of bad back pain. Doctor said possible slipped disc. Not sure. There might be physical therapy in my future


• I'm watching Dark Angel. Basically I sit here salivating over Michael Weatherly and ickle Jensen Ackles


• I totally unfucked my flat. Mostly because my landlord would be coming over, but it's as good a reason as any. I think it's part of the reason I feel okay right now


• Have discovered unfuckyourhabitat. It's awesome


• I'm still not getting a tumblr

Perhaps it's for lack of anything better to do (though I did get an interview this week, more on that below), but I keep finding myself planning things I want to do when I live alone.
Some of them, I can do as soon as I've moved out of my parents' house, some might have to wait until I'm in a more permanent place. Living alone here is still only a pitstop before I move to the UK. The only thing they have in common is that they do require some independence.

Napkins, for example.
( napkins, cars and gardening )

In knitting news: socks, socks, socks. On my third pair, might finish these tonight.

As for that job interview: I applied for a shop clerk job in a videogame store and they called back yesterday morning about an interview that same night. Super! Awesome! I'm in want of a job so minor stuff like short notice is not an issue. Other people apparently don't have that same attitude and I got another call a little later, saying the interview will now be on Saturday next week, since not enough people could make it yesterday.
If I were the one hiring, they wouldn't have needed to bother coming back, but I'm not, so there's nothing I can do but wait for a confirmation call and, at the interview, subtly point out that I would have been there. Fingers crossed, anyway.

And to prove again that I am not all green and hippie (I don't trust hippies, they tend to be vegan), my materialistic side is in shambles and tears upon finding out just how much a kitchen aid stand mixer costs.
Owwwww. That's not going to be in my budget for ages. I think I'll refrain from looking up how much a proper sewing machine costs.