Quick, Before I Forget Again
I don't have posting access to Livejournal from work anymore. It's interesting, because I can still access the website and post comments, but I can't post or update entries. That's pretty fine-grained control on their filtering software. So, one of my major methods to let off steam is unavailable to me during the time I generally think about using it--at home, I'm too busy playing games, or helping out Steph, or mindlessly surfing the internet. I'm definitely not poetic or coherently introspective at home. But it's no longer a simple matter of not having anything to talk about... I don't often have the energy to craft words into a post, much less if I can only do it at home.
When I was young, I was a crybaby, and I've always been gullible. So, I've learned to keep a straight-faced veneer on. Generally, my outward moods in the office range from gentle amusement, to neutral detachment, to maybe looking tired. I can tell you, at least, that this is what I shoot for. I may not be great at hitting those targets, but somebody else would have to talk to you about that.
There are definitely ways to discern my mental stability, if you look over a period of time. For instance, the more often I shave my face, the happier and more comfortable I am feeling. I hate the rough feeling of a beard, except for the finest stubble. If I don't shave, I've given up on feeling good. I haven't been shaving often lately.
The past week has been pretty good, though. Stephanie and I have been married three whole years now, which is pretty awesome. Also, she's about to start taking classes toward a computer science degree. Free school is good school, even though it means she'll be busy some nights.
When I was young, I was a crybaby, and I've always been gullible. So, I've learned to keep a straight-faced veneer on. Generally, my outward moods in the office range from gentle amusement, to neutral detachment, to maybe looking tired. I can tell you, at least, that this is what I shoot for. I may not be great at hitting those targets, but somebody else would have to talk to you about that.
There are definitely ways to discern my mental stability, if you look over a period of time. For instance, the more often I shave my face, the happier and more comfortable I am feeling. I hate the rough feeling of a beard, except for the finest stubble. If I don't shave, I've given up on feeling good. I haven't been shaving often lately.
The past week has been pretty good, though. Stephanie and I have been married three whole years now, which is pretty awesome. Also, she's about to start taking classes toward a computer science degree. Free school is good school, even though it means she'll be busy some nights.