Welcome to the gates of literary hell

Christmas.  I had a nice family gathering for christmas.  Didn't get any of the gifts i didn't ask for.  I did however get a very nice watch from becky.  i look like a fucking pimp with it on.  False.  But it's still a really excellent watch and gift.  I fear i may be turning into a restaurant snob.  Lately i have been on a tear of going to, what some might consider, "expensive restaurants".  I just think of them as high class Applebees.  The streak looks to continue this weekend when becky and i go out to celebrate her birthday at a place called Mistral, which is french for empty your pockets or be laughed out the door.  I'm kidding of course.  I am really looking forward to getting away this weekend.  Work might be the one cause of stress in my life.  We finished the duplex and now we are framing a bank.  Its a cool job and a new experience.  How many 5 man crews can say they framed a bank?  At the same time, i don't want to be what the guys call a "lifer".  I need to do something with my life.  I'm 24 and if i don't make a change soon i will wake up and i will be 35 and i'll still be nailing boards together.  That thought depresses me.  The other guys seem to love that and more power to them but i can't do it.  They are planning on taking a trip up to maine for a weekend the second week of january.  They are all excited.  I'm trying to figure out ways to get out of going.  They'll have a blast i'm sure.  Its not my scene.  Watching them get drunk might get old after a few days.  I don't know.  Content to be discontent.  Thats me.  Fuck Friday but i can't wait when work is done and i can drive up to Mass. for the weekend and just escape for a little while.  Should be nice.