the lifting i don't mind, it's the separating I'm not so sure about
Today somebody said, hey, we should do more stuff, and I said to myself oh shit, I have a blog, don't I?
Well. I'm not feeling particularly original or alive or anything right now, so I'm going to pretend like you just called me on your phone and you have 32 minutes left on your plan to burn before tomorrow and you want to feel like you're getting something out of it and so I'll just talk.
I made a list of psychology programs to look at, and saved it to my desktop. Then the next day, I turned on my computer and saw that it said "psycho programs" instead of "psych programs." This is the kind of thing I do to amuse myself (the list of these things is positively immense, ask me about it someday!) but this time I do not remember doing that. It seems like I would. Remember. And maybe Other changed it as a joke, which seems like maybe the kind of thing he would do. Or maybe it is just an uncanny typo. I haven't changed it back, and I don't know why not.
When I was little, I used to be very afraid that I would look into another car on the highway and see that nobody was in it, and it was driving itself.
Ummmm, how are you?
Jane turned 5 on Friday. We got her when she was five weeks old. She celebrated by rolling on her back and snorting with these full-body convulsions a lot.
Oh, I was going to tell you this. Can't believe I almost forgot. At work Saturday, we missed your kiss, played the fool, sailed, looked forward to things getting brighter, relied on an old man's money, talked about forgiveness, and waited on the world to change. (It still hadn't.)
Okay, well, cool. I should probably go.
Well. I'm not feeling particularly original or alive or anything right now, so I'm going to pretend like you just called me on your phone and you have 32 minutes left on your plan to burn before tomorrow and you want to feel like you're getting something out of it and so I'll just talk.
I made a list of psychology programs to look at, and saved it to my desktop. Then the next day, I turned on my computer and saw that it said "psycho programs" instead of "psych programs." This is the kind of thing I do to amuse myself (the list of these things is positively immense, ask me about it someday!) but this time I do not remember doing that. It seems like I would. Remember. And maybe Other changed it as a joke, which seems like maybe the kind of thing he would do. Or maybe it is just an uncanny typo. I haven't changed it back, and I don't know why not.
When I was little, I used to be very afraid that I would look into another car on the highway and see that nobody was in it, and it was driving itself.
Ummmm, how are you?
Jane turned 5 on Friday. We got her when she was five weeks old. She celebrated by rolling on her back and snorting with these full-body convulsions a lot.
Oh, I was going to tell you this. Can't believe I almost forgot. At work Saturday, we missed your kiss, played the fool, sailed, looked forward to things getting brighter, relied on an old man's money, talked about forgiveness, and waited on the world to change. (It still hadn't.)
Okay, well, cool. I should probably go.
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