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Jan. 23rd, 2006
Why not?
Well, earlier today it was slow I couldn't really do *anything*.
Now the internet is all fine, but my brain has turned slow. I look at requests, and I know they're simple, and I can't put the words together to answer them. I forget what they're about. Or I see other answers to approve or not, and I can see that one is wrong, but I can't say *why*.
Funnily enough, this entry is being typed up easily enough. But then, I'm not worried about correctness in my entries, which is good the way the typo demons have been stalking me lately.
*thinks* What else happened today? Well, I almost killed myself lugging those groceries first home, and then (repacked so that some of them went on my back instead of in my hands) to Jenn's. I used to lug home a lot more, when I was 12 or so, but I did as I did today going home - walk a few steps, stop, start, stop, start....
And Jenn lost another tooth, helping to renew my determination to keep up on my dental hygiene. Her teeth just *suck*, while mine *don't*, because I got the good teeth genes and she didn't (they were crooked as hell, but they'll last), but I don't want stupidity to come between me and my genetic destiny.
And Ana got an art desk, with a little chair.
And I slept for ages and ages.
My life is *boring*. I'm sorry.
Oh, and the washing machine broke. Again. Or, rather, it finished the way it was already breaking the first time, and the switch that allows the spin cycle to start fell off completely. Fortunately, I realized that it didn't matter if the switch was actually *attached* (except by wires, which it was), so long as it 1. was depressed and 2. wasn't wet. So I tied it shut and stuck it back approximately where it belonged. We have spin! For now. That poor machine has moved past its last legs and is now on its last someething elses.
Well, earlier today it was slow I couldn't really do *anything*.
Now the internet is all fine, but my brain has turned slow. I look at requests, and I know they're simple, and I can't put the words together to answer them. I forget what they're about. Or I see other answers to approve or not, and I can see that one is wrong, but I can't say *why*.
Funnily enough, this entry is being typed up easily enough. But then, I'm not worried about correctness in my entries, which is good the way the typo demons have been stalking me lately.
*thinks* What else happened today? Well, I almost killed myself lugging those groceries first home, and then (repacked so that some of them went on my back instead of in my hands) to Jenn's. I used to lug home a lot more, when I was 12 or so, but I did as I did today going home - walk a few steps, stop, start, stop, start....
And Jenn lost another tooth, helping to renew my determination to keep up on my dental hygiene. Her teeth just *suck*, while mine *don't*, because I got the good teeth genes and she didn't (they were crooked as hell, but they'll last), but I don't want stupidity to come between me and my genetic destiny.
And Ana got an art desk, with a little chair.
And I slept for ages and ages.
My life is *boring*. I'm sorry.
Oh, and the washing machine broke. Again. Or, rather, it finished the way it was already breaking the first time, and the switch that allows the spin cycle to start fell off completely. Fortunately, I realized that it didn't matter if the switch was actually *attached* (except by wires, which it was), so long as it 1. was depressed and 2. wasn't wet. So I tied it shut and stuck it back approximately where it belonged. We have spin! For now. That poor machine has moved past its last legs and is now on its last someething elses.
Two or three rantlings...
Jan. 23rd, 2006 06:22 pm
First off, this? Didn't deserve an arrest. Duh. Back in high school, as soon as it dropped to 20 degrees out (or rose, whatever), there'd be guys coming in to school in bright Hawaiian shorts (about as much coverage as those boxers). Why? Because they could. And probably because they took the bus. If it's okay in school, it's damn sure okay on the train.
Secondly, the next person to tell me they have a right to be upset at free users getting subdomains, or that they don't think anybody will ever guess their password (or want to) is going to get royally smacked upside the head. I am dead serious.
There's more, but I'll go on all night.
Secondly, the next person to tell me they have a right to be upset at free users getting subdomains, or that they don't think anybody will ever guess their password (or want to) is going to get royally smacked upside the head. I am dead serious.
There's more, but I'll go on all night.