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I have found it takes little, if no effort to criticize those who seek instant gratification up until the point when my own patience has been bent to the point of breaking. Not implying that I am at present seeking any kind of gratification of my own. Rather, this self-revelation approached me suddenly and I felt compelled to write it down. I guess in some manner this entry is my own pursuit of instant gratification - once purged from my mind, the sight of these thoughts on paper - in this case on my computer screen - will bestow in me a sense of satisfaction.
And here it is...*sigh*
UPDATE:
I hate the plastic chairs that look as though they belong in either an institution of some sort, or an elementary school cafeteria. The desk chairs supplied by the school resemble those chiars. Hard plastic with metal legs. I asked for a comfy desk chair for Christmas....did I get one? No. I did however get a comfy pillow to sit on so my butt doesn't fall asleep all the time. Still, a high-back leather chair would be so much more comfortable. I am also inclined to think that the feet of these chairs is employed by the devil. I have stumbled tiwce already when reaching for a tissue and scraped my heels on the feet of this chair. The first time only left an odd dent in my heel, but this second time (about an hour ago) took quite a chunk of skin from my heel resulting in a heafty amount of blood. Unlucky me, I have no band-aids left, and no Neosporin to clean this cut with either. All I have is old-fashioned soapy water. At least it's getting cleaned.
And here it is...*sigh*
UPDATE:
I hate the plastic chairs that look as though they belong in either an institution of some sort, or an elementary school cafeteria. The desk chairs supplied by the school resemble those chiars. Hard plastic with metal legs. I asked for a comfy desk chair for Christmas....did I get one? No. I did however get a comfy pillow to sit on so my butt doesn't fall asleep all the time. Still, a high-back leather chair would be so much more comfortable. I am also inclined to think that the feet of these chairs is employed by the devil. I have stumbled tiwce already when reaching for a tissue and scraped my heels on the feet of this chair. The first time only left an odd dent in my heel, but this second time (about an hour ago) took quite a chunk of skin from my heel resulting in a heafty amount of blood. Unlucky me, I have no band-aids left, and no Neosporin to clean this cut with either. All I have is old-fashioned soapy water. At least it's getting cleaned.