These are the things I think about...
Since I quit smoking, my sense of smell has amazed me. It's as if it didn't exist while I smoked. I've also gained a new appreciation for late-night walks through my cold dark neighborhood (all I need now is a dog, a walking companion). The best thing about both of these things is that now I know my neighborhood by smell, there is a house on the corner that always smells like fabric softener. Down the street a house that smells like a forest of pine and cedar. Turn the corner and you'll pass a house that smells faintly of ginger and turmeric and all sorts of foreign and exotic spices.
Since I started working, I've decided that I appreciate the loner lifestyle. Don't expect to see me much in the next few months, I'll probably close myself off and spend my time working (saving a lot of my money), writing (late at night when I can't sleep, like now), and on that rare instance, hanging out with my friends. I've still got SuperHouse rehearsal every week and shows that I must perform in, but beyond that, I'll be spending time being as productively lonely as possible. It occurred to me sometime over the past two weeks that I'd rather be lonely at home writing than be lonely at a party, doing my best to make conversation.
Although I definitely plan on stopping by BB Rovers two days a week after work and drinking a beer or two. I must finish 100 beers on a long list and then I'm a member of a very exclusive club that receives discounts for life. How can you beat that?
I am forcing myself to simplify my life.
Also, in three weeks I will own these:
Well, it's off to bed with me now.
Since I started working, I've decided that I appreciate the loner lifestyle. Don't expect to see me much in the next few months, I'll probably close myself off and spend my time working (saving a lot of my money), writing (late at night when I can't sleep, like now), and on that rare instance, hanging out with my friends. I've still got SuperHouse rehearsal every week and shows that I must perform in, but beyond that, I'll be spending time being as productively lonely as possible. It occurred to me sometime over the past two weeks that I'd rather be lonely at home writing than be lonely at a party, doing my best to make conversation.
Although I definitely plan on stopping by BB Rovers two days a week after work and drinking a beer or two. I must finish 100 beers on a long list and then I'm a member of a very exclusive club that receives discounts for life. How can you beat that?
I am forcing myself to simplify my life.
Also, in three weeks I will own these:
Well, it's off to bed with me now.