Weirdness continues.
I've been dealing with this bizarre lethargy for the past few days. It feels like this deep sinking feeling that pulls me to sleep, to nap, whatever, but then, once it's time for bed I feel completely wired. I think it's related to the shortening of the days doing something awful to my sleep schedule, as well as a flipped bed- I've been literally sleeping on the wrong side of the bed ever since Anique decided to reorganize our bedroom. The bed is now against a wall, where it was up against the window, where I'd awaken to the sunrise. Well, that was waking her up earlier than she wanted, and so she moved it. Now we're both sleeping terribly, so whatever.
Hopefully we'll move it back soon, or I'll get used to it soon. Oddly enough, once I fucking force myself to go out and start jogging I start feeling infinitely better, especially if I grab myself a good meal afterwards. Like, my awake day doesn't start till that happens. Not sure wtf it is, but whatever. It's probably just aging being a bitch, telling me I need to be in bed prior to midnight. Problem is, I am, and so is the next Game of Thrones book, which has me pretty badly hooked. So... Yeah.
Meanwhile, the internet has informed me this fatigue is definitely a sign that I'm dying of everything, not that I'm regularly not getting enough sleep.
Nothing much else to report beyond that. I'm still at my job, but there's other opportunities everywhere I look. I could start a small company. There's another startup that needs me. There's opportunities to do more teaching. I've started trying to eat a lot healthier, at least 2-3 pieces of fruit a day, and a handful of spinach at some point. I've made a commitment to not drink during the week, and eat more food from the garden. As winter approaches as the SAD that will probably fuck me up becomes a looming reality, I need to do what I can now to take care of myself.
Aging is incredibly unfair. Also, this new keyboard- I like my old clacky, I keep doing typos on this POS. It's some sexy gaming PC, but I miss the feedbackk, the dimensions, the added height of the clacky. There was something... Loud. Industrial. Mid 90s IBM. So good.
Anyway, yeah, aging sucks. I've been thinking about Elon Musk's thing about going to Mars, and have decided, fuck it, I wanna go. I wanna go to Mars. I want to go there, and die there. Be one of the original colonists. So I need to stay alive and healthy long enough to go. And maybe I'll die on the trip, or die on the surface, but at least I'll have contributed to the colonization of another fucking planet. Like, holy fucking shit, how cool is that, to be part of spreading humanity to the true space age. Embedding us as a permanent species. Once we're stable and sustainable on Mars, Earth can completely fall apart, but we'll have Mars.
And I think there are a lot of people like that. Who are willing to take the plunge. Willing to risk everything, never see their home planet again, but when pitted against a whole new horizon, the future of our species, and everything that entails, it's worth it. I just hope I'm young enough, or artificially young enough to make it. Hell, maybe I'll also upload my mind just in case.
The future's an interesting place, and I'm glad Elon Musk exists to make it so.
On the smaller scale, the Click! vote is tonight. I'm expecting it to be a complete clusterfuck. Or, it could go the same way it did last time, with the two propositions being voted for, meaning the city council would get it. Well, they know how that goes, but I get the sense that, based on last time, they're a mess. They're disorganized, they want to be done with it, and they've got enough vipers in their midsts to cloud everything up, specifically one member who is a complete tool.
I mean, how fucking hard is it to get municipal internet? They have the surplus, it WILL be profitable, and it WILL change the tech landscape for Tacoma, turning it into one of the most wired cities in the US. With that as an alluring aspect, offices won't be able to keep open properties open, tech start ups and incubators and server farms will move down here, turning it into a veritable tech start up capital of the world, which is my dream. And with rent skyrocketing everywhere else but staying somewhat stable in the city, things are looking good.
Meanwhile, nothing much else to report. My roommate got a part time job that seems like it'll be full time, meaning I'll be alone all the time again. My cat peed in the other cats litterbox, so now there's drama. Anique needs a new car as hers is a lemon. Life goes on, and it's... I guess, boring. Happy, I think. Except it's more ennui, passion, anxiety, excitement, and plodding exhaustion, all mixed into one. I don't remember what happy feels like- wait, yes I do. Grad school. But I have my master's. Now I'm reaping all the fruits, but I miss being that thin, that agile, that smart. Now I'm just this settled in software engineer with a beer gut and a house and a full time job and a mortgage and a cat. Oh well, life goes on. I'll probably try to make some changes next year, take some more risks to make life interesting again.
Anyway, that's about it. Cya love ya bye.
Er.
Germboy, out/Peace.
Hopefully we'll move it back soon, or I'll get used to it soon. Oddly enough, once I fucking force myself to go out and start jogging I start feeling infinitely better, especially if I grab myself a good meal afterwards. Like, my awake day doesn't start till that happens. Not sure wtf it is, but whatever. It's probably just aging being a bitch, telling me I need to be in bed prior to midnight. Problem is, I am, and so is the next Game of Thrones book, which has me pretty badly hooked. So... Yeah.
Meanwhile, the internet has informed me this fatigue is definitely a sign that I'm dying of everything, not that I'm regularly not getting enough sleep.
Nothing much else to report beyond that. I'm still at my job, but there's other opportunities everywhere I look. I could start a small company. There's another startup that needs me. There's opportunities to do more teaching. I've started trying to eat a lot healthier, at least 2-3 pieces of fruit a day, and a handful of spinach at some point. I've made a commitment to not drink during the week, and eat more food from the garden. As winter approaches as the SAD that will probably fuck me up becomes a looming reality, I need to do what I can now to take care of myself.
Aging is incredibly unfair. Also, this new keyboard- I like my old clacky, I keep doing typos on this POS. It's some sexy gaming PC, but I miss the feedbackk, the dimensions, the added height of the clacky. There was something... Loud. Industrial. Mid 90s IBM. So good.
Anyway, yeah, aging sucks. I've been thinking about Elon Musk's thing about going to Mars, and have decided, fuck it, I wanna go. I wanna go to Mars. I want to go there, and die there. Be one of the original colonists. So I need to stay alive and healthy long enough to go. And maybe I'll die on the trip, or die on the surface, but at least I'll have contributed to the colonization of another fucking planet. Like, holy fucking shit, how cool is that, to be part of spreading humanity to the true space age. Embedding us as a permanent species. Once we're stable and sustainable on Mars, Earth can completely fall apart, but we'll have Mars.
And I think there are a lot of people like that. Who are willing to take the plunge. Willing to risk everything, never see their home planet again, but when pitted against a whole new horizon, the future of our species, and everything that entails, it's worth it. I just hope I'm young enough, or artificially young enough to make it. Hell, maybe I'll also upload my mind just in case.
The future's an interesting place, and I'm glad Elon Musk exists to make it so.
On the smaller scale, the Click! vote is tonight. I'm expecting it to be a complete clusterfuck. Or, it could go the same way it did last time, with the two propositions being voted for, meaning the city council would get it. Well, they know how that goes, but I get the sense that, based on last time, they're a mess. They're disorganized, they want to be done with it, and they've got enough vipers in their midsts to cloud everything up, specifically one member who is a complete tool.
I mean, how fucking hard is it to get municipal internet? They have the surplus, it WILL be profitable, and it WILL change the tech landscape for Tacoma, turning it into one of the most wired cities in the US. With that as an alluring aspect, offices won't be able to keep open properties open, tech start ups and incubators and server farms will move down here, turning it into a veritable tech start up capital of the world, which is my dream. And with rent skyrocketing everywhere else but staying somewhat stable in the city, things are looking good.
Meanwhile, nothing much else to report. My roommate got a part time job that seems like it'll be full time, meaning I'll be alone all the time again. My cat peed in the other cats litterbox, so now there's drama. Anique needs a new car as hers is a lemon. Life goes on, and it's... I guess, boring. Happy, I think. Except it's more ennui, passion, anxiety, excitement, and plodding exhaustion, all mixed into one. I don't remember what happy feels like- wait, yes I do. Grad school. But I have my master's. Now I'm reaping all the fruits, but I miss being that thin, that agile, that smart. Now I'm just this settled in software engineer with a beer gut and a house and a full time job and a mortgage and a cat. Oh well, life goes on. I'll probably try to make some changes next year, take some more risks to make life interesting again.
Anyway, that's about it. Cya love ya bye.
Er.
Germboy, out/Peace.