Honestly, now.

I’m going to bed early because I have to be at work in eight hours.  So I’ll get maybe five hours of sleep, but considering that I’m still averaging seven, then I’m doing okay.

Alright, so onto the news: I’m finally (FINALLY!) getting my visa.  I have the issuance number and now all I have to do is skip to Japan and get the paperwork taken care of.  Never thought I’d say this, but I’m getting tired of going to Japan.  Three times in two months is just a little much for me.  Especially when you consider that, in total, I will have been on the ground less than seventy-two hours.

My recent purchases include a book on procrastination, which is insightful, if not unnerving.  There’s a lot of myself that I recognize (family members: you can stop rolling your eyes.  Yes, that means you Mom.) and even more that strikes some rather uncomfortable truths.  Namely, that I’m a perfectionist and a control freak.  While discussing this with Mary, she started cracking up.  Apparently, these things are obvious to the outside observer.  On the subway ride back home, among the exhausted throngs, I started thinking about self-improvement books.  I used to be one of those people who scoffed at the idea of buying a book in order to improve oneself.  Not only would I scoff, I would openly mock.  Now I  am the person buying them and I don’t even care.

Anyways, this is rambling and I shouldn’t put off going to bed.  Take care!