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*chirp chirp*
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It's been quiet here lately; heavens know I've thought about posting here many times and never gotten to the computer to do it. Often on my 2-hr drive home I'm compose eloquent stories about my life and how I've been living it, but when I'm home... well... obviously they never make it to electronic paper. There must be a section of my mind dedicated to 'the lost stories of livejournal' that is like library of written NPR stories about my life.
I've been working hard and steadily...
*laughs*
Well, I've been working, how about that. Years of a paramedic lifestyle have broken any '5 to 9' fibers that may have crept into my body like parasites over the years, and I'm now a taskmaster more than a clock watcher. If I have something to do I work at it feverishly in all time I have... I don't just work until it's time to leave the unfinished work on my desk.
I could live like that, but it's so dull.
My kung fu teacher will be on the road a lot soon, which is good for him and I suppose gives me a lot of time to practice. I still enjoy helping the younger students, but travel has stopped that for a few weeks now.
Work is going well. Part of my job is to work very hard in heaving timbers back into place on a sturdy but waterlogged ship (that's a metaphor, but imagine me doing it with a ripped shirt and rippling muscles if you simply must. I'm not doing bad at it.
I had some crazy dreams last night. The must have slipped something in my takeout food.
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It's been quiet here lately; heavens know I've thought about posting here many times and never gotten to the computer to do it. Often on my 2-hr drive home I'm compose eloquent stories about my life and how I've been living it, but when I'm home... well... obviously they never make it to electronic paper. There must be a section of my mind dedicated to 'the lost stories of livejournal' that is like library of written NPR stories about my life.
I've been working hard and steadily...
*laughs*
Well, I've been working, how about that. Years of a paramedic lifestyle have broken any '5 to 9' fibers that may have crept into my body like parasites over the years, and I'm now a taskmaster more than a clock watcher. If I have something to do I work at it feverishly in all time I have... I don't just work until it's time to leave the unfinished work on my desk.
I could live like that, but it's so dull.
My kung fu teacher will be on the road a lot soon, which is good for him and I suppose gives me a lot of time to practice. I still enjoy helping the younger students, but travel has stopped that for a few weeks now.
Work is going well. Part of my job is to work very hard in heaving timbers back into place on a sturdy but waterlogged ship (that's a metaphor, but imagine me doing it with a ripped shirt and rippling muscles if you simply must. I'm not doing bad at it.
I had some crazy dreams last night. The must have slipped something in my takeout food.