You were nothing but a brief distraction
May. 2nd, 2002 04:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twicketfaceOn average, I sneeze at work 10-15 times per day. And I've had it. I think I need to look into working on computers, where everything is hermetically sealed so I won't have to keep blowing the snot from my nose.
Also, please stuff your Amazon wishlist directly up your individual asses. Thank you.
My back started to really ache last night, and despite my wishes for someone to magically appear and give me an ice pack, it didn't happen. I stumbled out of bed around 6:00 and wrapped the gel pack in a dishtowel and retreated back to bed. Almost feels like I strained something; I wonder if I hit the weights too soon at the Y. Hopefully Chiropractor #2 will be able to offer some relief.
Got a call from the repair shop, it'll be $185 for new "wires and plugs" in my car, whatever the hell that means. So, Marie will graciously pick up the keys and foot the bill, and then pick me up from work to go get my car, as they are only open until 5:00. And to think yesterday we had a fight/misunderstanding over Pizza Hut. The foolish things we do to those we love.
My Sims are doing quite nicely, thanks for asking. I've expanded the living room and Marie and I had a baby, but social services took him away after a day or something. Guess we'll need to be on more of cry-alert next time. I need to make some friends before I get promoted again. And I keep clogging the toilet. If I could choose "Eat oat bran", I would.
I was thinking yesterday about how long it takes to form an opinion. Prior to the events of (new catchphrase of the century), I'd argue that 95% of the US population had no idea who Osama was. It just took an instant to turn that ignorance into hate. Then I was thinking about all of the people in the world who dislike me, and if it was one instant that made them judge me completely or if they just grew to not like me. I often think about other people, and if they think about me as much as I think about them. Not even friends, just random past acquaintences.
Been waking up slowly lately, I think the lag in Y attendance has brought me down to sloth mode rather quickly. I hope to kick it on the treadmill on Saturday and get some energy back. Am reading a very good book on Ethics right now and irrefutible evidence about why eating meat is such a bad idea. The description of 'raising' veal was enough to turn my stomach. But I feel I need this exposure to the truth to see the changes that I need to make.
I am feeling better than I have in a long time today. Mentally, I feel optimistic and am excited for a summer that should see some productive projects and time spent with the people I love. What more is there?
I also was thinking a lot about material posessions and the promise of being cool as a result. Two points struck me. 1) The people who have "cool" things aren't really cool, they are relying on objects to increase their social status/self-opinion. 2) Working on improving ourselves (since we have to live with ourselves until the end) instead of improving the things we own (which are short-term anyway) makes a lot more sense to me.
This is what happens when I take a day off between entries.
Also, please stuff your Amazon wishlist directly up your individual asses. Thank you.
My back started to really ache last night, and despite my wishes for someone to magically appear and give me an ice pack, it didn't happen. I stumbled out of bed around 6:00 and wrapped the gel pack in a dishtowel and retreated back to bed. Almost feels like I strained something; I wonder if I hit the weights too soon at the Y. Hopefully Chiropractor #2 will be able to offer some relief.
Got a call from the repair shop, it'll be $185 for new "wires and plugs" in my car, whatever the hell that means. So, Marie will graciously pick up the keys and foot the bill, and then pick me up from work to go get my car, as they are only open until 5:00. And to think yesterday we had a fight/misunderstanding over Pizza Hut. The foolish things we do to those we love.
My Sims are doing quite nicely, thanks for asking. I've expanded the living room and Marie and I had a baby, but social services took him away after a day or something. Guess we'll need to be on more of cry-alert next time. I need to make some friends before I get promoted again. And I keep clogging the toilet. If I could choose "Eat oat bran", I would.
I was thinking yesterday about how long it takes to form an opinion. Prior to the events of (new catchphrase of the century), I'd argue that 95% of the US population had no idea who Osama was. It just took an instant to turn that ignorance into hate. Then I was thinking about all of the people in the world who dislike me, and if it was one instant that made them judge me completely or if they just grew to not like me. I often think about other people, and if they think about me as much as I think about them. Not even friends, just random past acquaintences.
Been waking up slowly lately, I think the lag in Y attendance has brought me down to sloth mode rather quickly. I hope to kick it on the treadmill on Saturday and get some energy back. Am reading a very good book on Ethics right now and irrefutible evidence about why eating meat is such a bad idea. The description of 'raising' veal was enough to turn my stomach. But I feel I need this exposure to the truth to see the changes that I need to make.
I am feeling better than I have in a long time today. Mentally, I feel optimistic and am excited for a summer that should see some productive projects and time spent with the people I love. What more is there?
I also was thinking a lot about material posessions and the promise of being cool as a result. Two points struck me. 1) The people who have "cool" things aren't really cool, they are relying on objects to increase their social status/self-opinion. 2) Working on improving ourselves (since we have to live with ourselves until the end) instead of improving the things we own (which are short-term anyway) makes a lot more sense to me.
This is what happens when I take a day off between entries.
