Life... don’t talk to me about life.
It just keeps happening, you know?Friends of mine are looking for a car that starts and runs in the neighborhood of $1000. Let me know if you know of any.Two weeks ago was mostly me being sick to my stomach. Stereotyping to the contrary, the preponderance of cupid’s arrows had nothing to do with it; it was just a funny (afterwards!) coincidence. I got better.
Last week I discovered... realized... I don’t know, I don’t think any word really fits. Is there a correct term for being aware of something, but then having a deeper awareness of it? Or the ramifications of several other pieces of information coming together? That’s what I did last week with my distracted behavior and ferret-like attention bouncing. I read lots of internet and played lots of Dominion, despite my intentions.
Friday night people bowed out of D&D, so I stopped by Thai Chili for dinner, and went to a milonga I don’t normally attend (because... Friday), and had a splendid time.
I resolved that Saturday, I was going to make up for it with a burst of productivity, and then this happened: http://9gag.com/gag/6652120 Except it was 15 rather than 12; I woke up at 4 PM. I can only assume I needed the rest. Before now, the only times I remember sleeping past noon are when I’m sick and/or making up for a 24+ hour stint; 9 AM is unusual, and 7 AM is still the most common. I still managed to have a productive day, with as little left I had of it. Housekeeping and game night.
Sunday was two weeks, so another platelet donation. In the canteen afterwards, read an article about online activity visibly changing one’s brain connections, and several stats about people with internet addictions and whatnot. I’m extrapolating here, but I think there’s definitely a feedback loop of check online places - get a hit of dopamine for each “new” thing one finds (posts, messages, responses, pictures, whatever), not unlike scavenging animals. Tie in to last week’s misdirected (albeit helpful for self-realization) activity. Had lunch in Little Five Points, walked around Candler Park. Haven’t been there in literally decades; interested in realizing I had no clue what it was like beforehand, got a kick out of watching the moon rise. Went to the milonga there as well. That night, tapped out a bunch of stuff about addiction and procrastination.
Monday I ended up walking home in the breezy mist, talking to Gina. The following morning things fell apart. Nightmares crept through the same faulty window frame that the rain did, making sleeping impossible.
Tuesday was great! I chronicled my observations about my various goals, set out daily goals, finished all of them with time to spare, and met Gina and Zeppelin for dinner. As far as getting more done, the first key, it seems, is to make plans. The second key (which makes the first easier) is to be willing to shift gears if the plan didn’t work, and not to blame myself.
It seems to me that Christmas specials might have been the first “mashup” fiction.
Ugh. Starling swarms make me wish I was a carnivore, sometimes.
Last week I discovered... realized... I don’t know, I don’t think any word really fits. Is there a correct term for being aware of something, but then having a deeper awareness of it? Or the ramifications of several other pieces of information coming together? That’s what I did last week with my distracted behavior and ferret-like attention bouncing. I read lots of internet and played lots of Dominion, despite my intentions.
Friday night people bowed out of D&D, so I stopped by Thai Chili for dinner, and went to a milonga I don’t normally attend (because... Friday), and had a splendid time.
I resolved that Saturday, I was going to make up for it with a burst of productivity, and then this happened: http://9gag.com/gag/6652120 Except it was 15 rather than 12; I woke up at 4 PM. I can only assume I needed the rest. Before now, the only times I remember sleeping past noon are when I’m sick and/or making up for a 24+ hour stint; 9 AM is unusual, and 7 AM is still the most common. I still managed to have a productive day, with as little left I had of it. Housekeeping and game night.
Sunday was two weeks, so another platelet donation. In the canteen afterwards, read an article about online activity visibly changing one’s brain connections, and several stats about people with internet addictions and whatnot. I’m extrapolating here, but I think there’s definitely a feedback loop of check online places - get a hit of dopamine for each “new” thing one finds (posts, messages, responses, pictures, whatever), not unlike scavenging animals. Tie in to last week’s misdirected (albeit helpful for self-realization) activity. Had lunch in Little Five Points, walked around Candler Park. Haven’t been there in literally decades; interested in realizing I had no clue what it was like beforehand, got a kick out of watching the moon rise. Went to the milonga there as well. That night, tapped out a bunch of stuff about addiction and procrastination.
Monday I ended up walking home in the breezy mist, talking to Gina. The following morning things fell apart. Nightmares crept through the same faulty window frame that the rain did, making sleeping impossible.
Tuesday was great! I chronicled my observations about my various goals, set out daily goals, finished all of them with time to spare, and met Gina and Zeppelin for dinner. As far as getting more done, the first key, it seems, is to make plans. The second key (which makes the first easier) is to be willing to shift gears if the plan didn’t work, and not to blame myself.
It seems to me that Christmas specials might have been the first “mashup” fiction.
Ugh. Starling swarms make me wish I was a carnivore, sometimes.