I don' wanna go back to work, I don' wanna!

That's the thing about a three day weekend, you get lulled into it and used to it and finally end up feeling that it is your right to lie around like a slug for hour after hour, but then comes the rude awakening.

I'm just wondering how this happened. How did I become a nine-to-fiver-er. Well, an eleven-to-seven-er. For years and years, most of my twenties, in fact, I would have a new job every year--I'd get it in February or March or so, work for eight or nine months, then quit and go home for Christmas for a couple of months, come back and hang around New York for a couple of months, and then find another job. Or I'd cater and temp and run the box office at Love Creek and sleep 'til noon.

But then, one day, my friend Nina got me a gig at Nynex, and I got used to the 9-5 rap and the steady money, so when that ended (long term temp), I called my friend John who had said that she could get me a job where he worked anytime I wanted, and he did, and that was The Company That Must Not Be Named.

I worked there for a few months, but then the job kind of disappeared, and my inheritance came through from when my Uncle Bob died, so I quit and lived off that for a year. Just as I was running out, John asked me to come back and fill in for him while he was on holiday, and I did, and then he broke his ankle and I stayed longer, and then the receptionist quit and I came back again, and here I am, four years later, complaining about having to go into work after a holiday weekend.

Life is what happens while you're not paying attention.

I think I'm starting a sty in my eye. It feels like there's something in there, it hurts to blink or to rub it, and it really hurts to cry, as I found out while watching Secrets & Lies on Bravo yesterday afternoon and weeping like a faucet.

Anyone know what to do about a sty?

Today's horoscope:
Friends drop in unexpectedly or your place becomes a center of activity, chaos, and new directions.

One year ago today:
The Empire State Building looked so spectacularly lovely with the sun shining on it and the clouds behind it that I just gaped at it like a tourist.

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