Oh, I am having fun with Life on Mars. I'd almost forgotten what fun was.
I know I've told myself no more fandoms, but there you go.
Besides, rules? Who needs 'em? i've been given such shockingly ad but well intended advice in the past. Like don't go out with your friends if you want to save up enough to go overseas. Well, I don't want to go overseas again until the emotional detris has settled, and my job sitch isn't teetering on the edge, wobbling, and I want to have friends.
Don't get too happy, or you'll crash. Bugger that. An even keel is wildly overrated. I want highs, even if I have to grind through lows, too. I had a terrible time last December, but I'm working through much better than I did the dire December before. Better to swing with the wind than fight it, and damn, I want some fun in my life. Life is too short to worry about being unseemly.
Change your job every two years or you'll be seen as stagnet. I really want to break the legs of the friend who told me that one. I was happy in the DoT. I should have never, ever left.
But never mind all that. Have you seen Life on Mars yet?
Right, I'm off to watch some more of the lads, or maybe take tea in the garden. It's my last free weekend until May, and I mean to suck the very marrow from it.
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