"I would like a job that pays me money and keeps me busy so I don't spend the ENTIRE day fucking around on the internet getting nothing done. I would like to feel vaguely as though I am able to accomplish something, without having that something interfere too much with my strenuous internet needs"
Which is whacked because that was the first time I decided to lock my door at night. I'm secure and suddenly I'm terrified of home invasion. Unsecure I sleep like I'm in a coma.
This is one of the reasons I have a roommate. When there is another person in the house, my subconscious assigns all random noises to them, and I sleep fine. When there is not, suddenly any noise I hear is someone COMING TO KILL ME. ...I have no idea why my brain is convinced that's going to happen (so far 35 years, no one has broken into the house to kill me), or why someone else being in the house would somehow STOP that, but...yeah.
42 is pretty good
So what's the question? If you're the answer.
And because it doesn't belong in birthday greetings, I finally watched Lincoln today. I don't know, you guys. My overarching impression is that of white dudes patting themselves on the back while black people nod at them approvingly?
I've been prepping myself for Mandela's death for a very long time.
I hope that helps, whenever it becomes an issue.
This is one of the reasons I have a roommate.
This is why I have cats. When I'm all alone, I'm anxious at night. With the security system on and the cats there to alert me if anything unusual happens, I can sleep peacefully. The security system by itself doesn't reassure me, for some reason.
With the security system on and the cats there to alert me if anything unusual happens, I can sleep peacefully.
Hahah. See, we have a cat, but he does not reassure me at all. If there were an intruder, he would just run and hide under the bed. A dog might at least bark or something.
42 is pretty good
So what's the question? If you're the answer.
I want to say the question is "Who is made of 100% distilled AWESOME?", but I think that's not quite right...
Happy birthday, Tep! Aside from the stabby face pain, it sounds like it was a good weekend!
The being a useful person part you could spin into an appropriate goal, I bet.
I'm trying to sort of focus around that. Invited a friend over tomorrow to help me knock this out because I am just spinning my wheels alone.
I think the only warning my cat would give me was her claws skittering on tile to go hide. The cocker spaniels next door seem happy to warn me and the entire world if there is anything wrong. Or a breeze. But probably if there were something wrong, they'd bark too.
