Mondays

I'm not inspired by Mondays. I enjoy weekends too much. I used to think I was a workaholic. No longer -- I have fully come to realize that work is just something you do to get paid, and that you don't have to love your job. A-little-while-ago me would have thought this was a cop out, that I should keep looking and looking for the perfect job. Present me simply doesn't think that this exists.

I wish I liked Kanye West's new album more than I do. People I really like, and whose taste in music I respect, love it. They describe it as operatic. But I don't feel it. I like the first song very much. Of course I would. There's a great piano part. And it's got a gospel choir feeling. And mad lyrics. But I don't love the rest of the album. Don't get me wrong. I like a song or two. But I don't LOVE them. I want to love things.

The count down is on before I go to India. So exciting! I love going home for the Christmas holidays. I love seeing my parents, my extended family, and my old friends. I also live well -- and by that I mean I am healthy. I go swimming. I often go to the gym with my parents. I eat good home-cooked food. I read a lot. I do silly, sentimental things like go to the neighborhood's Christmas carol sessions. I spend time with my grandmother. I'm looking forward to it all.

Christmas shopping! Oh my -- there is more to be done. But plenty has already been done. Oh online shopping, you are a friend. (But my credit card, you are an enabler and not entirely a friend. But still I justify all this by saying that generosity is key.)

Can we get much higher? So high. Yes, lyrics from the Kanye West song I was talking about earlier. Did you really think you'd escape a post without lyrics? Oh silly reader.

Tomorrow's goals. The gym. Yes, indeed. I went today. But then I ate three mini burgers, had french fries and three beers. Oh well, it was fun! FUN IS KEY, right?

I'm off to bed.