It's hard to get myself into work mode. Having a holiday in the middle of the week just throws everything off.

I keep bouncing violently between loathing and complacency when it comes to my job. Often several times within the same day. I realize, though, that complacent is the best it ever gets, and that is not nearly a good enough reason to stay.

Tess and I are road tripping to Disney World in September. We've been planning it for almost a year. I can't leave now and sacrifice my vacation time; but once my vacation's over, I'll be out of excuses not to look for something else; something better, something different. Something I can feel better than complacent about, at least for a while.

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It was a good holiday, if oddly placed. Not as good as last year, when I spent the day riding roller coasters at Six Flags over Texas, where the weather was surprisingly mild and the lines were surprisingly short, but good, nonetheless.

My mom and I went to see "The Patriot." Tess and her mom were supposed to meet us there, but they got there too late and couldn't get in to the same show.

The movie was great. "Braveheart" with a decidedly American flavor and a happier ending. I didn't expect to like it, but I did. It was so moving that it made my mom cry. My mom almost never cries at movies. Even the old man sitting next to me had to pull a napkin out of his pocket and daub his eyes a couple of times. It's definitely not the Feel Good Movie of the Year, but if you like to have your emotions manipulated in a non-damaging way, this flick is definitely up to the task.

After the movie we all went out to eat, then we went home. My mom and I did, at least, I have no idea what Tess and her mom did after they left the resaurant. Home was nothing exciting, just Buffy and Angel reruns followed by The Melissa Show, a.k.a. The Real World. As if the sparks flying between Melissa and Jamie weren't fireworks enough, we wrapped the evening by sitting on the back porch and watching the neighbors shoot of fireworks.

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While we were on the porch, in the dark, something crawled across my arm. I don't know what it was, but it felt fairly large and multi-legged. I went to bed after, but I couldn't sleep because it felt like insects were crawling all over me. I gave up around midnight and got up to watch more TV:

Leno. Ick. Dragonball Z. Seen it too many times. Twilight Zone. Got in too late, had no idea what was going on. Flip channels: movie, movie, Lifetime Intimate Portrait, A&E's Biography, BBC America World News, X-Files. "Triangle" episode. I love this one. It's too the part where Mulder and 1940's Scully are running from Nazis while Present Scully and The Lone Gunmen are searching the ship for Mulder. This one has a great warm-and-fuzzy-Mulder-&-Scully-moment at the end, so I watch. "I love you," Mulder says. "Oh, brother," Scully responds. I grin, and feel warm and fuzzy. I yawn. The creepy-crawlies stop. I go to bed.

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I'm running on too much caffeine and not enough sleep. Even complacency is a hard level to reach this morning. They shouldn't schedule holidays in the middle of the week. It just messes everything up.