Lookit! Update! :)
I find myself surprisingly content.
So, I'm working and making money. I've got money saved up, and enough put back that I can weather any minor emergencies well. I'm reading books and playing videogames and I'm good at my job. It feels nice that people like me for what I do and come back often to visit me. That they don't have enough money to always leave me a good tip isn't that important anymore; I'm much happier just to see them. It's really, really weird.
I had a coke earlier, and it was awesome. I usually hate coke, but it was surprisingly good. The bottle is sitting on my desk with just enough left for one last drink. One sec.
Alright. Back. I'm eating bananas, grapes, and hamburgers. It's not particularly good for me, but it's excellent. Last week, I tried bananas on a hamburger. Like the fish taco experiment, it was probably a bad idea. Scratch that. It was a bad idea. If I ever come up to you and offer you a banana hamburger, refuse. I'm trying to trap you.
Neil Gaiman and Simon R. Green are both sitting on my coffee table (which, in my experience, rarely holds any drink, much less coffee). Reading Anansi Boys finally. Just met Fat Charlie's brother. Also have Fragile Things. I'm a terrible writer, on a side note, but I'm a fairly good rewriter. I just have no confidence in my abilities.
Oh! A guy I used to work with at IHOP got in touch with me recently! He played D&D for years and has a huge collection of miniatures and artwork and stuff he's trying to unload! It's gonna be great! I'm gonna have to get a nerd room or something for all my crap!
Anyhow, this is my rambling update. I'm bad at them, mainly because I have such a terrible time thinking anything from my life is worth talking about. Hopefully, I've properly meandered from topic to topic, so the reading of this is actually like talking to me.
:D
So, I'm working and making money. I've got money saved up, and enough put back that I can weather any minor emergencies well. I'm reading books and playing videogames and I'm good at my job. It feels nice that people like me for what I do and come back often to visit me. That they don't have enough money to always leave me a good tip isn't that important anymore; I'm much happier just to see them. It's really, really weird.
I had a coke earlier, and it was awesome. I usually hate coke, but it was surprisingly good. The bottle is sitting on my desk with just enough left for one last drink. One sec.
Alright. Back. I'm eating bananas, grapes, and hamburgers. It's not particularly good for me, but it's excellent. Last week, I tried bananas on a hamburger. Like the fish taco experiment, it was probably a bad idea. Scratch that. It was a bad idea. If I ever come up to you and offer you a banana hamburger, refuse. I'm trying to trap you.
Neil Gaiman and Simon R. Green are both sitting on my coffee table (which, in my experience, rarely holds any drink, much less coffee). Reading Anansi Boys finally. Just met Fat Charlie's brother. Also have Fragile Things. I'm a terrible writer, on a side note, but I'm a fairly good rewriter. I just have no confidence in my abilities.
Oh! A guy I used to work with at IHOP got in touch with me recently! He played D&D for years and has a huge collection of miniatures and artwork and stuff he's trying to unload! It's gonna be great! I'm gonna have to get a nerd room or something for all my crap!
Anyhow, this is my rambling update. I'm bad at them, mainly because I have such a terrible time thinking anything from my life is worth talking about. Hopefully, I've properly meandered from topic to topic, so the reading of this is actually like talking to me.
:D