martin: July 2008 Archives
This is incredible.
Here I am on a Tuesday morning, awake due to garbage and recycling.
Four floors below they're picking it up and my window is open allowing me to hear it all and not sleep through it.
Today is ordinarily my day off. I've swapped it to an evening shift. Tomorrow, instead, and the day after are my days off. This week.
I'm not always very smart when I play cards. That's not anything new. I need to remind myself that I can fold.
I have a small list of things I'm going to do today before work. Maybe I will succeed at those things.
One of those things is a recce mission.
I am very tired.
I've been more irritable with people whose company I enjoy than with people who deserve irritability.
I wonder if it's just fatigue or if it's something else.
Some undercurrent of not yet having seen all the movies I want to.
Here I am on a Tuesday morning, awake due to garbage and recycling.
Four floors below they're picking it up and my window is open allowing me to hear it all and not sleep through it.
Today is ordinarily my day off. I've swapped it to an evening shift. Tomorrow, instead, and the day after are my days off. This week.
I'm not always very smart when I play cards. That's not anything new. I need to remind myself that I can fold.
I have a small list of things I'm going to do today before work. Maybe I will succeed at those things.
One of those things is a recce mission.
I am very tired.
I've been more irritable with people whose company I enjoy than with people who deserve irritability.
I wonder if it's just fatigue or if it's something else.
Some undercurrent of not yet having seen all the movies I want to.
At some point I'm going to find the time to just sit.
Sit and do nothing.
Despite the rain the humidity is brutal. I'm sweating.
And I'm rambling aloud to myself like a crazy person.
I swung by the PostSecret page today to read last week's secrets.
I think I will stop reading them for a while.
We've stopped with the revelations of self-love secrets for the last few weeks, but I'm tired of the meta-secrets. The "secrets" about the PostSecret site. The project, as it appears to me now, is just... pathetic. The PostSecret idea was once really interesting, and could have developed into an actually interesting ongoing project. It's turned into a legion of people all confessing their self-loathing and self-love, all sharing the same secret, in the same pseudoclever bullshit way.
Which, unless I miss my guess, is what livejournal is for.
Wherever you are I'm sure one of the two of us is thinking of one of the two of us.
Sit and do nothing.
Despite the rain the humidity is brutal. I'm sweating.
And I'm rambling aloud to myself like a crazy person.
I swung by the PostSecret page today to read last week's secrets.
I think I will stop reading them for a while.
We've stopped with the revelations of self-love secrets for the last few weeks, but I'm tired of the meta-secrets. The "secrets" about the PostSecret site. The project, as it appears to me now, is just... pathetic. The PostSecret idea was once really interesting, and could have developed into an actually interesting ongoing project. It's turned into a legion of people all confessing their self-loathing and self-love, all sharing the same secret, in the same pseudoclever bullshit way.
Which, unless I miss my guess, is what livejournal is for.
Wherever you are I'm sure one of the two of us is thinking of one of the two of us.
