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surprisingly, waking up to construction-guy voices just outside my window (=2 feet from my head) is way better than waking up to an alarm clock. i kind of enjoyed it.
waking up at 6 tomorrow is going to suck, but spending the first 4 hours of my day in a meeting where i at least don't have to pretend to be doing work won't be so bad. and then cutting out of here at 3 will be pretty sweet, too.
friday off, with the Sleeping Late, and then TERRES. fuck yeah.
i'm a miserable bitch when my hormones go all crazy, and i don't like it. rachel says knowing is half the battle. and she made me laugh. and i think she's right - knowing that this has a one-week limit helps a bunch. and i have amazing friends who seem to be inexhaustibly good at setting me right. (*loves and is grateful to Ln, duncan, mike, and pat*)
continually marveling at the stupid people one encounters in retail, and being disgusted with myself for being so easily riled by them. intolerance FTL....my job is killing me. softly.
i got a bunch of things to pick up after work today. i really wish i had a working, internet-ready computer at my house. solitude is much more friendly when you're hooked up to the rest of the world.
or a cat. but i'm not allowing myself furry pets just yet.
and, i don't care what anyone says, cigarettes are terrible but nicotine is bloody wonderful.
(i refuse to feel guilty about my once-every-two-or-three-months-smoke-half-a-clove vice. )
and i found this today, remembered liking it the first time i read it and not having anywhere to share it (?) so i'll inflict in on all of you. it's tennyson:
"Know ye not then the Riddling of the Bards?
'Confusion, and illusion, and relation,
Elusion, and occasion, and evasion'?"
home, james.
my name is ellegon.
waking up at 6 tomorrow is going to suck, but spending the first 4 hours of my day in a meeting where i at least don't have to pretend to be doing work won't be so bad. and then cutting out of here at 3 will be pretty sweet, too.
friday off, with the Sleeping Late, and then TERRES. fuck yeah.
i'm a miserable bitch when my hormones go all crazy, and i don't like it. rachel says knowing is half the battle. and she made me laugh. and i think she's right - knowing that this has a one-week limit helps a bunch. and i have amazing friends who seem to be inexhaustibly good at setting me right. (*loves and is grateful to Ln, duncan, mike, and pat*)
continually marveling at the stupid people one encounters in retail, and being disgusted with myself for being so easily riled by them. intolerance FTL....my job is killing me. softly.
i got a bunch of things to pick up after work today. i really wish i had a working, internet-ready computer at my house. solitude is much more friendly when you're hooked up to the rest of the world.
or a cat. but i'm not allowing myself furry pets just yet.
and, i don't care what anyone says, cigarettes are terrible but nicotine is bloody wonderful.
(i refuse to feel guilty about my once-every-two-or-three-months-smoke-half-a-clove vice. )
and i found this today, remembered liking it the first time i read it and not having anywhere to share it (?) so i'll inflict in on all of you. it's tennyson:
"Know ye not then the Riddling of the Bards?
'Confusion, and illusion, and relation,
Elusion, and occasion, and evasion'?"
home, james.
my name is ellegon.