Married

I had a thought today. All (though I am by no means a relgious person so I could indeed have my facts wrong) but to say all of the religious documents written about Hell paint it as a horrible place where you are tortured for eternity for everything that you have done wrong in your life. Well...it is kind of a biased view. The people writing about how bad Hell is are the people who worship God and want to end up in Heaven. Sooo...what if Hell isn't all that bad? What if it is actually better then Heaven? I dunno. Just a morning thought that I haven't actually put any thought into. Prolly a good idea for a story though. "Paradise Found: In Which I Die and Have Great Time Living With Satan."

In other news, I'm getting married tomorrow (Holy Shit!) It's just a small thing on the beach with a notary. Only Wil's kids will be there. I knew no one from out of town could come but I'm really pissed that my friends IN town (all 2 of them...wooo) can't come due to prior plans (including needing time to do their hair and makeup before going to something that takes place an hour AFTER the ceremony.) Ugh. Oh well. In a year or so Wil and I will have a REAL ceremony with friends and family and a reception and perhaps even a honeymoon.

Anyway, I have alot to do today. I have to clean the Rat Den (Sam stayed in it all night and didn't escape!) and find a dress to wear tomorrow.

Free Time.

The problem with growing up and graduating from college (or high school if you decided not to continue your education) is that you gain way to much free time. Of course, free time is what I used to long for when I was younger. I hated going to school. I hated waking up early, spending all day trudging the hallways to class. I hated going home and having a ton of homework to do before I was allowed to finally have some time for myself. College was slightly different. I had more free time because I didn't have parents telling me what to do, however I did have more homework. Of course, I procrastinated, squeezing in as much relaxation and as many computer games as I could before doing any of it. So here, as an adult, you would think I'd be ecstatic that I work (now a whole lot less then 40 hours a week) and can leave my job exactly where it is, in the office. However...I don't know what to do with all this extra free time!

Now that my job has been cut back to 3 days week (it's complete bullshit if you ask me) I find myself not quite all that excited that I have 4 days a week to do whatever I want. I find myself less then motivated to do anything other then sit on the couch and watch hulu or play The Sims 3. I was working out for a while but I gave up my gym membership to get netflix and down here in sweaty ass Daytona it is to hot to go walking outside. I think maybe, with all the procrastination I used in college, I missed the vital years of figuring out who I was and what it was I really liked doing. I keep making excuses that I don't have the right materials to pursue activities that I would enjoy such as sewing (no room, no dressform, no place to put anything) or writing (my creativity has been completely sapped since I stopped working in the theatre and now sit day after day in a Dr.'s office.) To many excuses and not enough thought on what it is I want to do with myself.