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1.) I am uneasy about this whole concept of dating another person. Sharing your personal life with another person is scary. Last time I tried, it blew up in my face. I'd rather that didn't happen again.
2.) I have officially broken my habit of nail biting. They're long enough to make entertaining clicky noises against hard surfaces, which is incredibly novel.
3.) I'm dressed up as my great grandfather. Not that I really know what he looked like, I just assume he looked a bit like me, only dressed like a man from the turn of the century, and with a mustache and thicker eyebrows.
4.) I've gone hermit again. I stuck a bowl of candy out on the front stoop and have ignored all knocking sounds. No plans for tonight either, which is... weird. I'm not even hanging out with my roommates, because they're both MIA. I might try writing. Or maybe I'll just watch A Nightmare On Elm Street again. I just don't feel up to it.
5.) I'm trying not to think that this is pathetic. It's sort of working.
6.) I'm dressing up in another stupid animal costume at work this week. I really should not have agreed to this; I'm beginning to suspect that I secretly (even from myself!) enjoy the attention and anonymity afforded by one of these ridiculous costumes. Not allowed to speak, nobody can see my face, only have to associate with people for about fifteen minutes at a time... don't have to really respond to annoying customers... It's got its advantages.
7.) I've gotten six hours of sleep in the last two nights. Crap. Maybe that's why I'm utterly uninterested in doing anything that involves other people. I want to no longer be an insomniac.
2.) I have officially broken my habit of nail biting. They're long enough to make entertaining clicky noises against hard surfaces, which is incredibly novel.
3.) I'm dressed up as my great grandfather. Not that I really know what he looked like, I just assume he looked a bit like me, only dressed like a man from the turn of the century, and with a mustache and thicker eyebrows.
4.) I've gone hermit again. I stuck a bowl of candy out on the front stoop and have ignored all knocking sounds. No plans for tonight either, which is... weird. I'm not even hanging out with my roommates, because they're both MIA. I might try writing. Or maybe I'll just watch A Nightmare On Elm Street again. I just don't feel up to it.
5.) I'm trying not to think that this is pathetic. It's sort of working.
6.) I'm dressing up in another stupid animal costume at work this week. I really should not have agreed to this; I'm beginning to suspect that I secretly (even from myself!) enjoy the attention and anonymity afforded by one of these ridiculous costumes. Not allowed to speak, nobody can see my face, only have to associate with people for about fifteen minutes at a time... don't have to really respond to annoying customers... It's got its advantages.
7.) I've gotten six hours of sleep in the last two nights. Crap. Maybe that's why I'm utterly uninterested in doing anything that involves other people. I want to no longer be an insomniac.