'I push my fingers into my; eyes...'
Today I started the new Logistics Tracking project at the office. A little different from all the other work over the past few weeks, but good. By the end of the day I had a good system started, so I'm pretty stoked it all ran smooth.
Today as I handed the espresso girl my cash, I recieved a strange look. Then I realised she probably thought I had Leperacy or something because of all the cuts on my hands. The past few days of my helping my parents move was knuckles and fingers hitting the corners of door frames as I ushered in furniture. My hands also went through a few typical situations where both people carrying the object didn't voice when they will be setting the furniture on the ground. That, mixed with a few evil exotic fish scales and plastic strap cuts from my sunday job, and now my hands look like Leperacy. Yummy.
I hate text messaging. It's Instant messanger invading our mobile telecommunications.
Would it be weird to have your own meditation room/chill room? I figure since I have two rooms, I might as well do something cool. There's a few stores in the U-district and off the hill that sell tight rugs from nepal, and other stuff that would look pretty cool.
Last night just before sunset was the coolest sky vibe. It was a windy October scene with a bright sun stuck behind dense pink clouds which brightened everything slightly with a pink tint which also made the orange leaves look extra orange. It was kinda cool.
This morning was also a pretty cool scene. There was a pretty dense could front splitting the sky from my bedroom window out over the space needle with the city scape stuck under the front. Good stuff.
Mob mentality is such an interesting area of study. It's amazing what good people do when they become surrounded by twisted ideology fed through a suttle straw.
Thumbs down to pollen, dust, cats, dust mites, and grass.
Today as I handed the espresso girl my cash, I recieved a strange look. Then I realised she probably thought I had Leperacy or something because of all the cuts on my hands. The past few days of my helping my parents move was knuckles and fingers hitting the corners of door frames as I ushered in furniture. My hands also went through a few typical situations where both people carrying the object didn't voice when they will be setting the furniture on the ground. That, mixed with a few evil exotic fish scales and plastic strap cuts from my sunday job, and now my hands look like Leperacy. Yummy.
I hate text messaging. It's Instant messanger invading our mobile telecommunications.
Would it be weird to have your own meditation room/chill room? I figure since I have two rooms, I might as well do something cool. There's a few stores in the U-district and off the hill that sell tight rugs from nepal, and other stuff that would look pretty cool.
Last night just before sunset was the coolest sky vibe. It was a windy October scene with a bright sun stuck behind dense pink clouds which brightened everything slightly with a pink tint which also made the orange leaves look extra orange. It was kinda cool.
This morning was also a pretty cool scene. There was a pretty dense could front splitting the sky from my bedroom window out over the space needle with the city scape stuck under the front. Good stuff.
Mob mentality is such an interesting area of study. It's amazing what good people do when they become surrounded by twisted ideology fed through a suttle straw.
Thumbs down to pollen, dust, cats, dust mites, and grass.