Is anyone else annoyed that the LJ icon turned into that pseudo-bust icon next to screennames?
It's strange how memory fails when every day seems to be the same--or is it because memory is failing that every day seems the same? There was a time when such questions would keep me up at night; I wish those came back again, rather than the mindless web-surfing that's replaced them.
At Health Leads RS today, the icebreaker activity was to name the high and low of your week so far. Admittedly, I came in late, but I still had a good five minutes before it got to me...needless to say, I had nothing. Is it possible to remember exactly nothing? I honestly don't remember what happened yesterday. My answer ended up being "My high was that I got a milkshake today. The low was that I finished it." [I'd just gone for dollar milkshakes at the C-Shop with Tracy.].
So, I'm apparently on a downslide again. And there's still so much work to do. GRRAAAAHHHH.
I inexplicably really want to work as a waiter for the summer; I want to come home tired every day, having earned my worth. I worry that it might just exacerbate my mental decline though. I wonder sometimes if I have spongiform encephalopathy sometimes; it would provide a convenient excuse anyway. Then, when I die, they can cut open my brain and say "Oh, it wasn't his fault, his brain was falling apart anyway."
If I could draw comics, this would totally be more interesting. =/
At Health Leads RS today, the icebreaker activity was to name the high and low of your week so far. Admittedly, I came in late, but I still had a good five minutes before it got to me...needless to say, I had nothing. Is it possible to remember exactly nothing? I honestly don't remember what happened yesterday. My answer ended up being "My high was that I got a milkshake today. The low was that I finished it." [I'd just gone for dollar milkshakes at the C-Shop with Tracy.].
So, I'm apparently on a downslide again. And there's still so much work to do. GRRAAAAHHHH.
I inexplicably really want to work as a waiter for the summer; I want to come home tired every day, having earned my worth. I worry that it might just exacerbate my mental decline though. I wonder sometimes if I have spongiform encephalopathy sometimes; it would provide a convenient excuse anyway. Then, when I die, they can cut open my brain and say "Oh, it wasn't his fault, his brain was falling apart anyway."
If I could draw comics, this would totally be more interesting. =/