I’ve been having trouble getting to sleep, mainly just staying up too late fiddling with my computers, which is what I do at work as well (the fiddling with the computers and staying awake thing). I think the lack of sleep starting to catch up with me, which is good, since I’ve had a little trouble getting to sleep in the first place.

In house news, the painters have stripped the primer off the doors but it still looks like hell. There’s no way they’re getting all the TiO₂ off of the wood and staining that mess is going to look like crap. I was upset about this earlier today, but what’s the point? Being angry takes up too much of my time as it is. Time I could be using to read Romantic Era poetry or just plain sleeping.

Sometimes I wonder if I should have continued on with graduate studies in English. One of my English professors thought I had the knack and I wrote three long papers on The Rime of the Ancient Mariner alone. I’m afraid my writing skills are atrophying at this time as I can’t seem to write up any reports at work. Perhaps the facts are getting in the way or maybe it’s my unease at having to use Powerpoint. In any case, I could have gone on to get some sort of degree in English or English Lit, but that only leads to two things I can think of: a job at Starbucks or a law degree. I think that working at Starbucks would keep me from sleeping altogether because of all the caffeine, and as I get older I can’t drink as much alcohol so the law degree probably wouldn’t be ideal either. Not that I think all lawyers drink a lot, but all the lawyers who are my friends sure do.