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May. 16th, 2013 04:24 pmTesting. Can I post from here?
slogging toward 40 hours
May. 3rd, 2013 06:15 pmThe hot water heater guy this morning was quick, upshot I may have another plumbing issue but maybe not, maybe it was just the settings, we shall see. Maybe the last plumbing guy changed a setting; seems likely, if water heater guy's logic holds.
So I wasn't all that late, and I made the midday break quick, but dang, ... I'm ready to get outta here.
Might do a little notebook writing tonight. After maybe the dog park. Went to the cinema last night for something unusual; that was a good thing. Feel a little dizzied by life of late. This time of day I often seem to want to go straight home to bed, a night really early to sleep, just to recover a little, but it never works out that way.
What I'd really like right now is to be sitting across a table in a diner with someone who's known me for most of my life, dipping french fries in ketchup and talking about nothing in particular.
They still do emergency alerts on TV.
Mar. 27th, 2013 06:08 amThey do it at 5:45 a.m. in the middle of King of the Hill right after Hank realizes, to his horror, that George W. Bush has a limp handshake.
Been up again several times with the sick dog. She seemed a bit better during the day, but I reckon the vet is called for.
I'm tired in a way that prohibits me processing mentally that I'm tired. The brain has to work too hard just to run the body, just to issue and respond to the calls to stand up again and put on pants, to hook the clip to the collar. Running on the reserve gas tank. You gotta do what you gotta do, like clean up the mess. Yeah,I didn't get to her quick enough to head off one of them tonight.
Oddly/happily, she doesn't seem sick as a dog. Just not getting over this spate of insert-euphemism.
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See, I decided a while ago to make my bed every day, with the strong stipulation that making it badly is okay. Soon I realized that making it badly is better, cuz then I get a made bed PLUS a judgment-free interaction with self. An episode of anti-perfectionism practice. Dig?
I'm on night two of setting out to write in the paper journal daily for a fortnight. Am
tired and will likely scribble semi-unintelligibly. I think I'd like to meet a higher standard in writings there than the minimum. And here I am, avoiding it until I'm exhausted.
I was exhausted at 10 a.m.
Things are good, tho.
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