Oh Shit This a Diary
Today I cut the sleeves off one of my shirts and talked to my client about narrative arcs. It was pretty fun. I got to face a few basic fears about social interaction, listen to old live versions of Soundgarden and Alice in Chains, connect with my fiancee about work stress, buy groceries, read some of a biography about Sinclair Lewis (the first American to win the Nobel Prize for Literature), and eat a spicy shrimp dish I made. I also wrote a message in Russian to my friend whom I haven't seen since 2010, which felt cool because I'm one of those drop-off-the-face-of-the-Earth-sometimes guys, although I'm trying not to do that now.
Tomorrow I'm heading to New Jersey to do New Year's behavior. I wish I'd written more, but I've been busy. Satisfaction/system/adaptation.
Sometimes I get this long, high-pitched whining in my ears, possibly from listening to too much loud music.
Most humans in the world have an easier time of it than I do, so I feel grateful even when my eyes feel like they're filling up with pressure. Although to be honest sometimes I act like I'm the only one with any problems -- which is laughable, so I laugh -- heh. Then I feel glad I can eat when I want and drink clean water and use multiple electronic devices simultaneously, which puts me at the pinnacle of human wealth.
Ironic memes are cool, but so is exposing my pathetic underbelly to other people's cutting tongues.
I love sitting on my parents' porch at night with a cup of tea and reading. Rubbing my two dogs' heads and underchins, then playing guitar in my basement with my brother and friends (I wish I did that more, too).
One day we'll be dead and these words will be forgotten, but that is the way of stuff and I like it like that. Today I guess I'm thinking about the people I know who have died: you know who you are. I guess I'll drink some tea for them, then. And tomorrow I can do it on a porch.
When I get home I can do it in the road.
Tomorrow I'm heading to New Jersey to do New Year's behavior. I wish I'd written more, but I've been busy. Satisfaction/system/adaptation.
Sometimes I get this long, high-pitched whining in my ears, possibly from listening to too much loud music.
Most humans in the world have an easier time of it than I do, so I feel grateful even when my eyes feel like they're filling up with pressure. Although to be honest sometimes I act like I'm the only one with any problems -- which is laughable, so I laugh -- heh. Then I feel glad I can eat when I want and drink clean water and use multiple electronic devices simultaneously, which puts me at the pinnacle of human wealth.
Ironic memes are cool, but so is exposing my pathetic underbelly to other people's cutting tongues.
I love sitting on my parents' porch at night with a cup of tea and reading. Rubbing my two dogs' heads and underchins, then playing guitar in my basement with my brother and friends (I wish I did that more, too).
One day we'll be dead and these words will be forgotten, but that is the way of stuff and I like it like that. Today I guess I'm thinking about the people I know who have died: you know who you are. I guess I'll drink some tea for them, then. And tomorrow I can do it on a porch.
When I get home I can do it in the road.
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