The Saints lost to the Cowboys last night. I don’t know if anyone could have, to be honest. For the game, I’d give the Cowboys a D+, the Saints an D-, and the officials an F. In the disgusting hypothetical of being a Cowboys’ fan, a win’s a win.
I don’t really know if the separation between the mood of the two entries is evident. Though I was a bit discontented in 2012, things really sucked in 2013. In 2012, my future was really uncertain after there’d been a big change to the contract I was working on had been substantially modified. In 2013, I was fully suffering the effects of that. I got laid off towards the end of January 2013, and signed on with the four-letter company for roughly 80% of what I’d been earning previously. Since I wasn’t able to travel, either, my salary had really been flat since 2010. 2009 was the year I earned the most money, but I spent probably eight of those twelve months working 60-hour weeks.
In no time at all, that was all gone. I didn’t help matters by drinking away my discomfort.
I haven’t, and there’s a good chance never will, recovered.
What’s weird, though, is despite my conversion to cleaner living, I still lack time and energy to do things really enjoyable.
Or maybe I don’t care about that because I am actually busy doing things I find interesting.
But I do need a break. And a shave. And a haircut.