The holiday season is a time for many things.  I enjoy reconnecting with my old friends and catching up with my relatives across the pond.  Its also a time for wonderful food and holiday shopping.  This holiday season I am raking in the bucks freelancing with Andirun Designs and also putting in hours at a local Williams-Sonoma.  I enjoy doing both jobs, and I like the vast differences between them.  One is by myself on a computer sitting on my bum all day, with a some side trips to youtube, facebook, and yahoo news.  The other is standing, talking to customers and having a laugh with co-workers.  Its been really crazy busy and I know I have been remiss in updating my blog lately.  I just want to let you in on my schedule lately.  My day starts by waking up, doing some emailing and paperwork, making myself presentable, and then I have the morning debate as to which of my dress shoes won’t leave my feet mangled and bloody by the end of the day.  I grab a bite to eat, pack a little lunch and then go to work at Williams-Sonoma for 8 hours.  By the time I get off, I limp home and sit on my bum for at least a good hour or so.  Then I pal around with my Mom and Dad.  After that I go to my office and work on what needs to be done.  Finally I have some face time over the internet with my boyfriend.  I usually get to sleep around 1 or 2 am… and it all starts back up again at 8 the next morning.  This week is going to be a mad house.  Only two days of not working both jobs before Christmas and one is the day I go down to get my sister in D.C.   We will see how I feel at the end of all this.  I am tired now and I think I might call it an early night.

Its true.  I do feel like an old man.  I can’t sleep through the night anymore and I always have to go to the facilities, just because I happened to stir  a little.  I wake up just enough to think: do I have to go?  Not really.  And then once I think that, it just happens to be the only thing I can think about.  And the only way to stop thinking about it is to wake all the way up and hike my bum all the way to the ladies room.  And then it takes me another half hour to an hour to lull myself back to sleep.  I don’t have to use the facilities all the time,  I just have the superpower of hyper-focus and I can’t rest until the problem is solved…  This trait served me well in art school and at work, but not for my nocturnal habits.  It really is the wet blanket for a good nights sleep, but it does keep me from having a wet blanket… so that is an upside.  Oh well, I have become an old man before my time.  All I need is to loose all tack, remove what filter I do have between my mind and my mouth, and cultivate the smell of mothballs.  That would really be attractive.  Poor Hassan is dating a geriatric.