Musings, Act I, Scene 1

They've shut off the overtime, as things are going so well at my helpdesk. While this does mean I don't have to get up early twice a week anymore (or feel lousy when I don't get up early twice a week), it also means no extra coin in the coffers. This further delays my quest to get the hell out of my house. Of course, I do have a potential roommate. In addition, things are developing here that could allow a sooner exit. Time will tell.Speaking of time, I must get to work earlier. I must get to work earlier. I must get to work earlier. There. Three times. I should have learned it correctly. Or at least that's what my Psychopathology professor said. Here's hoping Dr. Clements was right. Ring of Honor show in Jersey in just over a week. While the two cage matches and Samoa Joe taking on a "mystery wrestler" furnished by Mick Foley are big draws for me, I've become interested in a recently announced undercard match. Spanky has recently returned to Ring of Honor after leaving WWE last year. He's a hell of a worker with a great personality and can talk with the best of them. Of course, WWE would never let us see that. ROH has him working CM Punk, one of my favorite workers, which amounts to a dream match for me. In other words, Tom cannot wait :) I still need someone to go with though. In all reality, going alone is better than having to go with my original companion. It would be nice to have someone with me, someone who actually cares about the event. Oh well. New hardware now. Have steering on crapbox car looked at next week. Then no more spending until making initial payment on rental property. This I solemnly swear. And dammit, I mean it this time. Weigh-in is looming again. I was still good this week, save for the chips I had on Sunday night (which I did account for, thank you very much; Tom does not cheat on his diet). I've been walking a lot more often, which has led to the desire for a flash-based portable media center. I've got some leads, but to reiterate, I shouldn't be spending more money. It's time to start selling stuff. It really really is. In any event, work is winding down, and nothing is left in the back of my cavernous cranium weighing heavily on my mind. At least, nothing else for the time being. You know how this shit goes. Have a good night folks. See you Friday (if not sooner).