Sometimes the smallest little things can set me off and fill me with anxiety.

I'll analyze whatever it is, and 99 times out of 100 it's something relatively meaningless. I know it doesn't matter but it still causes me to worry incessantly.

I went and saw Grindhouse today. I sat throught all 3 hours 11 minutes. It was entertaining, but by no measure a good movie. Quentin Tarantino's segment, Death Proof seemed to lack a coherent plot. The fake trailers were pretty cool though. Especially Thanksgiving.

I'm still working at EB Games, I've been trying to get a job working for the same company my old manager does, but so far nothings come through…

I’m here in Seaside, OR at the Shilo Inn Suites…

Sunny and 15 degrees today.

Going back home on Wednesday…

From Wil Wheaton:

You’re not your job, whatever you determine it is at the moment: (Mother, Father, Husband, Wife, Crazy Cat Lady, Tony Orlando and Dawn Fan Club President, Cardboard Box Spaceship Designer, etc.) When you take care of yourself, and give yourself something that is just for you (have I made that clear?) you’ll figure out rather quickly who you are and how you define yourself, because you get to know yourself again.

I have to say sitting here right now, I love that quote…