Feeling The Function.
I am typing at work, waiting to go to Anna's birthday. It's cold and rainy outside. Two days ago there was a ton of snow, which was awesome.
I had a wonderful time, on Tuesday, with Talia, and with Kasha. We took a trip together, and Talia wound up crashing over for a day and a bit. Lots of sleeping, lots of cartoons, some snacks, total comfort and bliss. Delightful creatures, I cannot get enough there of. It's happening all on its own now, almost, and I'm very cool with that. Let it happen. I enjoy it.
Work is mundane, but nice. I think I'm getting things done as they need to get done. I'm paying shit that needs to get paid. Not doing dishes enough. I need socks & underwear, and maybe a hat?
I need to get a nice, crime-busting fedora. The kind of thing a detective would wear. I need to embrace that shit and just get on with my life. It'll make me feel wonderful.
That's the idea, anyway. I hope I can do it. I'd feel so good. It'd feel so good. I'd feel so good.
Drinking black tea - earl grey with vanilla. It's bitter and dark, but I can dig that in a big way. I'm enjoying it all. No complaints.
Had a harsh evening last night. I totally overreacted to something because it made me feel all little and insecure. I took it out in a bad way, and... it makes me sad to hurt people. I hate it so much. I hate doing things that make people sad. I hate it when I get so mad that I have to say terrible things because I can't keep my own head straight.
Anyway, that was stressful, but we got through it and we make up in wonderful ways.
I feel good. Sometimes a little stressed out. I hope I'm as healthy as I feel? I read a few good things. People are talking.
Oh, and I'm almost done "Anonymous Cubed". A book I've wanted to write for about 8 years, and I did it in a month. The first one, anyway. I get the feeling I could go back to this world. I'm just about 3,000 words off from being done. That's pretty cool. This fall has been the most amazing few months of writing of my life, it seems. Crazy pants.
Closing in on destiny, yo.
I had a wonderful time, on Tuesday, with Talia, and with Kasha. We took a trip together, and Talia wound up crashing over for a day and a bit. Lots of sleeping, lots of cartoons, some snacks, total comfort and bliss. Delightful creatures, I cannot get enough there of. It's happening all on its own now, almost, and I'm very cool with that. Let it happen. I enjoy it.
Work is mundane, but nice. I think I'm getting things done as they need to get done. I'm paying shit that needs to get paid. Not doing dishes enough. I need socks & underwear, and maybe a hat?
I need to get a nice, crime-busting fedora. The kind of thing a detective would wear. I need to embrace that shit and just get on with my life. It'll make me feel wonderful.
That's the idea, anyway. I hope I can do it. I'd feel so good. It'd feel so good. I'd feel so good.
Drinking black tea - earl grey with vanilla. It's bitter and dark, but I can dig that in a big way. I'm enjoying it all. No complaints.
Had a harsh evening last night. I totally overreacted to something because it made me feel all little and insecure. I took it out in a bad way, and... it makes me sad to hurt people. I hate it so much. I hate doing things that make people sad. I hate it when I get so mad that I have to say terrible things because I can't keep my own head straight.
Anyway, that was stressful, but we got through it and we make up in wonderful ways.
I feel good. Sometimes a little stressed out. I hope I'm as healthy as I feel? I read a few good things. People are talking.
Oh, and I'm almost done "Anonymous Cubed". A book I've wanted to write for about 8 years, and I did it in a month. The first one, anyway. I get the feeling I could go back to this world. I'm just about 3,000 words off from being done. That's pretty cool. This fall has been the most amazing few months of writing of my life, it seems. Crazy pants.
Closing in on destiny, yo.