Strangest Year Yet

Ok, so there was my birthday post, and then the hot chick post, and there's been a lot going on since my birthday than just snapping pics of one hot chick.

So.

Ok, most importantly, I'm in the process of getting divorced. Long story made crazy short: I want her to be happy, she wants me to be happy, we both want the kids to be happy, and none of that was happening. So in the interest of preserving sanity, we're splitting up. There's a lot less stress now, the kids are happier, and she and I are talking more than we have been in months. We decided to split and be friends than stay together and hate each other.

Also, I got fired from my old job. That's also ok, as I wasn't very happy there, either. I misunderstood the root cause of that for a while, but the real reason is pretty irrelevant.

So, I've started PanEther. We're doing custom work short term, building web based applications for ourselves long term. I have two part time employees, and we're a couple months away from going live with at least one client site.

And I'm dating. I've gone on a couple lunch dates recently, having a lot of fun. Not a great success rate in asking women out, but it helps to be fearless, or at least act like it.

So, the whole getting divorced thing is why I could guiltlessly post pics of a hot chick in Starbucks, and the whole PanEther thing is why I was in the Starbucks, waiting for a business meeting.

Hot chick at Starbucks

A prime year

Six years ago my age was a prime number, it is again now, and it won't be for another four years after this.

Ok, since a year is not a slice of time that's not strictly true, but you get the idea.

I'd like to talk about work, but I won't.

Saturday we had a joint birthday party. Food, folks, fun.

Zoloft has side effects. The most annoying one is drowsiness. Nausea wears off, and I'm not nearly narcoleptic any more, but I am still drowsy. Of course, there's a good chance that's also due to getting crappy sleep lately.

That reminds me. I have a sleep study tonight. On my frickin' birthday. I have to be at the hospital at 8:30 tonight. How is that fun? Feh.

So maybe you think that I'm not in a good mood right now. You'd be right.