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I think work is driving my insane. Literally.
That guy in the coffee shop really freaked me out. With the whole bees thing.
I think I have to go to Unity. And I think I have to actually decide something for once, instead of just mulling about things and overthinking things for the rest of what might be a very short life.
Things are turning around. I just hope they turn around fast enough.
So many options, so many things to think about. So many arguments for so many different issues on so many different playing fields. So many factors to consider. We're not supposed to play gods.
Bees... cell phones... pesticides... fossile fules... radio waves... satellite pictures... money... the class system... screening... The System. The Grid. It needs to disappear.
We never should have come down out of the trees.
But... now I'm watching Little Miss Sunshine, feeling sleepy and using my headache as an excuse not to think.
I'm exhausted. Spending several hours a day defeating all your own purposes really takes a chunk out of your determination.
On Sunday I'm going to Limbo to see if I got the job there. If I can get a job there, or somewhere similar... I will be so much better off than at Big Town Hero. Maybe I won't feel like screaming every second of the work day.
My head hurts. Like. Really hurts.
I don't think I'm gonna smoke the rest of the weed I got from Cassie. I might even take a break entirely. This particular strain seems to make me really fuckin' paranoid. On top of tax stress and my sudden environmental fervor, I'm not really mentally on two legs right now. I keep hearing voices... probably the manifestations of all the fucking different topics and things to balance and every side of every issue. But normally, weed helps me sort out how to balance them. Not so with this strain. This makes me chew my lip and feel like the voices in my head aren't mine. So, this is the crazy-weed, and I'm not gonna smoke any more of it.
So, if anyone wants about half a dub of crazyweed, you're welcome to it. $7. (It may not be worth anything to me, but I did pay $20 for it.)
And now, I'm gonna file my taxes four days late and start looking at this fafsa thing. Not to mention the PSU classes I'll need to take to get into Unity. Wish me luck.
Slarman, signing out.
That guy in the coffee shop really freaked me out. With the whole bees thing.
I think I have to go to Unity. And I think I have to actually decide something for once, instead of just mulling about things and overthinking things for the rest of what might be a very short life.
Things are turning around. I just hope they turn around fast enough.
So many options, so many things to think about. So many arguments for so many different issues on so many different playing fields. So many factors to consider. We're not supposed to play gods.
Bees... cell phones... pesticides... fossile fules... radio waves... satellite pictures... money... the class system... screening... The System. The Grid. It needs to disappear.
We never should have come down out of the trees.
But... now I'm watching Little Miss Sunshine, feeling sleepy and using my headache as an excuse not to think.
I'm exhausted. Spending several hours a day defeating all your own purposes really takes a chunk out of your determination.
On Sunday I'm going to Limbo to see if I got the job there. If I can get a job there, or somewhere similar... I will be so much better off than at Big Town Hero. Maybe I won't feel like screaming every second of the work day.
My head hurts. Like. Really hurts.
I don't think I'm gonna smoke the rest of the weed I got from Cassie. I might even take a break entirely. This particular strain seems to make me really fuckin' paranoid. On top of tax stress and my sudden environmental fervor, I'm not really mentally on two legs right now. I keep hearing voices... probably the manifestations of all the fucking different topics and things to balance and every side of every issue. But normally, weed helps me sort out how to balance them. Not so with this strain. This makes me chew my lip and feel like the voices in my head aren't mine. So, this is the crazy-weed, and I'm not gonna smoke any more of it.
So, if anyone wants about half a dub of crazyweed, you're welcome to it. $7. (It may not be worth anything to me, but I did pay $20 for it.)
And now, I'm gonna file my taxes four days late and start looking at this fafsa thing. Not to mention the PSU classes I'll need to take to get into Unity. Wish me luck.
Slarman, signing out.