Lately, I feel like if I’m not angry, I’m scared. There’s a lot to do with that: the general economic trend of the country, coupled with my own current financial woes, currently being exacerbated by my trouble getting hours at the Bookstore, and this sort of creeping feeling that, sooner or later, the roof is going to cave in at the Office job in some form or another — I learned on Thursday that another coworker, a guy who has been there for a very long time (er, albeit the company is only two years old or so, but he’s been there for most of that time), was told he’s going to be let go soon: he’s upbeat about it, he has health problems and can survive on unemployment for the time being.

Still.

I try to keep myself occupied: I’ve been reading a lot, I’ve become completely hooked on Jack McDevitt. I love intelligent sci-fi/noire. Also, exploring the wonder that is Comcast’s On Demand: I no longer have to worry about missing an episode of Battlestar Galactica! (Er, until I cancel cable).

I’m not a particularly social person: given the choice between spending the night out, and spending the night with my computer on my lap and a DVD on the TV, I’ll choose the latter. Part of that is practical: I really don’t have the money to blow on expensive beers at overpriced bars. Part of that is just my nature: I’m easily entertained, and I enjoy my own company.

I think that’s part of the reason why most of the people I count as friends are people who I’ve either worked with, or people who met me after knowing me through my blog. The problem is, my blog does not accurately represent me, and I don’t really try to make it that way: or, rather, good luck getting me to go into political rant mode at a bar when I don’t have the option of taking my time, rewriting, editing, and venting steam during said-writing process. But the point is, people who don’t know me through either work or the blog just think of me as the weird scary bald dude with the shaggy beard. That’s fine: I’m more than a little introverted, and I’m okay with that.

The problem with my own company is that I’m not particularly good about keeping myself from being overwhelmed with my troubles. Thankfully, tonight, I’m off to a house warming: with that, and the late night that will result, and being bone-dead tired at work tomorrow, at least my mind will be on how welcoming my bed will be Sunday when I finally stagger home.

Also: Rambo, the recent one, is surprisingly decent, for a Rambo movie.