October ended up being kind of a shitty month. At the top of the list was the continued struggle with Diana's vertigo. She's just not 100% and there isn't a whole lot I can do about it. She's trying to float that stuff in her ear to the right spots and sleeping upright again tonight.
The month started out with great promise. We spent the first weekend in the Twin Cities visiting Kara and had a blast. We didn't even do any real exploring beyond the mall and the park, but it was a great relaxed time and a relatively inexpensive trip for us.
Meanwhile, I'm at this shitty job. There are a lot of reasons I'm not caring for it at all, but I don't want to get into it. Suffice it to say that it doesn't include the things I need most from a job: Doing interesting things that leverage my abilities and keep me involved in the sheer act of creation.
I've also just been blasted with a hundred different things that keep reminding me of how much life has changed the last few years, and while it is for the better, it still makes me sad at times. It's also possible that the seasonal affective disorder is just kicking in really early, which would suck.
Then there's the whole crappy ad month thing. While there was a slight rally at the end, the month was almost the worst I've had in years. It was only slightly better than last year, and on less traffic. October typically sucks to begin with, but combine it with the fact that there's just nothing that interesting going on in the world of roller coasters and Cedar Point, and you see the disinterest in the numbers. It still remains true, however, that if Federated Media were selling all of my inventory, I wouldn't be working a day job.
We took one last visit to Cedar Point today, though we only got on Skyride since I suspect coasters wouldn't be good for whatever is floating in Diana's ear. We had some quality time with Tim, and by way of sitting in the marketing office ran into all kinds of people we haven't seen in awhile. We fully briefed him on the wedding drama. The park just wasn't what it used to be for me this year, and it's the first time in years I didn't stay on-property for closing weekend.
The wedding drama this month really took its toll on Diana emotionally, but we reached a point where it is what it is, and at the end of the day, fuck it, it's about us. We're going to get married, party on a yacht, and the people who will be there consider it a great honor. We're going to have a great time.
Our goal in November is to get ourselves back to feeling like our true selves. It just seems like the aggregate life experience lately has been sub-optimal, and that's shitty for the happy couple. I mean, we're two generally laid-back people with a positive outlook on life. Yet it seems like the world is doing its best to fuck with us. That ends now.