I was supposed to go out with The Gang this evening, but didn't. I think I'm getting a cold or something. Very low energy day.
On the other hand, I got my taxes done. More accurately, I took my stuff and got someone else to do my taxes for me. It took about 20 mins with a professional, and was worth every penny. I'm starting to really groove on this "division of labour within the increasingly complex organism that is Western Society" thing.
Since I didn't go out for the evening, I decided to browse through epicurious.com. My personal recipe box now contains some three dozen terribly-yummy-sounding dishes that I'm hoping to try out when I get settled in Montreal. Part of my "attempt to live a more balanced lifestyle" plan includes cooking at home for a change. I figure, on average, that I've cooked about one meal at home per week for the past 3 years. I suspect that vast quantities of my "low energyness" is due to basic nutritional deficiencies brought on by eating crap at local restaurants.
Montreal is also a "foody-friendly" city, and it seems that the majority of the people I know there are hardcore foodies. I'm suspecting that we'll be having dinner parties on a reasonably regular basis, particularly since shaver has scored the Ultimate Apartment. I'm rather looking forward to it, actually. Dinner parties, done properly, can be a great deal of fun. Especially if work-related-talk is banned.
I've also decided that part of my "balanced lifestyle" plan is to start writing again. That might sound odd coming from someone who has, theoretically, made a living as a writer for the past three years, but technical writing isn't the sort of writing I'm talking about. Once upon a time I was an aspiring creative writer...I've even had a poem or two published in my time. But, writing for a living has a pretty profound effect on one's ability to write outside of work. In other words: once I started writing for a living, I stopped really enjoying it, and didn't write much outside of work.
But, I'm not working as a technical writer any more, and as a result my interest in writing-for-fun has started to pick up again. We'll see how long this lasts, and whether I actually have the personal discipline it takes to really start doing some decent work again. It won't be easy...writing, even for fun, is hard work. Definitely one of those "labour of love" types of thing.
Ideally I would like to start writing articles for magazines. Non-computer related magazines. I'm a closet magazine junky, you see, and the magazine-article-genre has always interested me. Magazine articles are pretty unique, because they're short, non-fiction, carefully-crafted pieces that work to inform, entertain, or educate the reader. It's the length restrictions that really make magazine articles a challenge. They require as much editorial skill as writing skill, really.
Etcetera. I could blither on about writerly things for days given half the chance. All that aside, however, I think I'm going to start working at it again. My written-language skills could seriously use a bit of polish. I've grown slack and lazy, as is shown clearly in this very diary entry.
In other news: I'm getting my cat declawed. I had a long chat with the vet assistant today about the perceived cruelty, necessity, problems, and complications that are involved with such a procedure. She reassured me that it's really not cruel, although it will take Cat a while to get used to not having claws. Why am I getting my cat declawed? Because for the first time in my life I'm actually going to buy brand new furniture, and Cat is a holy terror when it comes to ripping hell out of upholstered chairs/sofas. Up 'til now it hasn't really mattered because I've always had crappy, free, hand-me-down furniture. But, if I'm going to spend $800 on a sofa (+ $200 for a different colour slipcover), I'd really like for it to remain more-or-less intact for a couple of years.
Hm. I'm a big weenie when it comes to my cat, however, and I'm already feeling hella guilty about it already. He's going to be at the vet for 3 days next week :( I hope he doesn't end up hating me.
Righto. Time to go read, have a quick snack, and then sleep. I hope everyone has a lovely Easter weekend. Avoid ODing on chocolate if you can.