Going Through the Motions

I have been in such a funk lately. I don't even know why really. Every time in the past month or so that I've thought about writing a new post, I just sighed heavily and did something else instead. So today I'm forcing myslef to get over it and write something.
The main thing, I think, is that my life has become pretty much unchanging from one day to the next. That isn't conducive to telling stories, which is what I love to do. Right now, my life is: get up, go to work, come home, read/watch TV, sleep, get up, do it all again. Weekends don't really bring that much variation. I'm either too broke to go do something fun, or I have no one to do anything with.
I'm trying to find an apartment in a different part of town, so hopefully that will put me in a situation that is better for meeting new people and hanging out with friends. There are places available, it's just that none of them are inside of the area I want to live in. Everything available right now is on the edges of the neighborhood. I want to live in the middle. So I'm waiting and looking and waiting and looking. There is one place that looks like it would be awesome, but of course, they don't allow pets.
Speaking of pets, I have a sort of funny story about Singe. I took her to the vet again last week for a checkup. There was a new technician who had never seen Singe before (and who also looked like Pauly Shore). He asked me how she was doing, and I responded that she's doing really well. He gave me a strange look and told me that the vet would be in shortly. A few minutes later I heard her laughing right before she came in the room. She said to Pauly, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. If you had seen this cat two months ago, you would believe that she looks great now." I took a more critical look at Singe. Here's what you would see if this is the first time you looked at her: a 20 pound cat with a cone on her head and a three inch wide circular wound on her right flank, as well as a weird bunch of scar tissue up and down her right flank. Yes, doing really well indeed. But compared to even one month ago? She really is doing amazingly well. She has bounced back from an L-form infection in her skin that had been making her body so crazy that she was developing autoimmune dermatitis. If it had remained untreated, her skin would basically have started sloughing off. No, thank you. So far, the only adverse reactions she's had to being pumped full of antibiotics and steroids is a very occasional puke. When considering that the possible outcomes included her not recovering at all or developing diabetes, she really is doing amazingly well.
But other than taking care of Singe and working, I don't have a whole lot going on to write about here. I mean, sure I see gross people at Wal-Mart, but I text about that to the three people who read this, so retelling those little stories seems redundant. I tried giving myself assignments for projects, but you can see how well that's gone. I just don't have a whole lot to talk about here.

Cabin Fever

Once again, it's raining and thus my plans for the day will not come to fruition. This is happening now with such regularity that it's becoming maddening. I wanted to go over to the area I'm trying to move to and look at apartments for rent. Granted, I still could, it just wouldn't do me much good to try and see things in the pouring rain while driving. After that, I wanted to head out to the beach and chill for a while. Again, I technically still can go out to the beach. As long as I don't mind getting rained on while I'm trying to relax. Yeah, doesn't sound like so much fun to me.
The truly frustrating part of all this damn rain is that it always seems to be raining when Ricardo is home. So we don't really get to do much in that time. Yeah, we could go see movies, but we're trying to save up money. That doesn't work too well with most indoor activities.

Maybe I'll just go to Panera and read that stuff for my work all day...