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You know, I've always hated the admonishment to not say anything if you can't say something nice. Growing up with my family, it was more: if you don't have anything nice to say, well, people need to grow thicker skins, fucking pansies.

Fun fact: sake kicks my ass in very small quantities. Given my ability to drink, this is mystifying.

And now depression sets in. I'll have to ride this worn-out, I-don't-give-a-fuck feeling until I spring out of it. Tedious.

This morning I made a recruiter who has been after me hot and heavy say "oh" in a dispirited voice when he asked me my current salary. This after his company and he had led every conversation with how they were willing to offer top dollar. I got a laugh out of that.

Also, I have had the most bizarre urge to get a new...
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Real life today has been as delightfully asinine as online life. Quite a few of my oldest real-life friends are very mad at me because I refuse to play fantasy football this year. You'd think that since I've won the league five years running and haven't lost a game in two years, they'd be happy to not have to compete with me. Apparently not. Not...
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I bought a key ring at Tiffany & Co. today. I worry myself some days.

Another weekend. Miles driven, food made, errands run. I like the formula of my weekends.

The checker at Whole Foods this morning was dubious about my eating of pho for brunch on Sunday morning, but as soon as I told her it's common in Vietnam, it all made sense to her.

I got stopped three times by people to ask abut my car today. I...
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Weird, weird day in my little suburb.

A homeless guy yelled at me when I told him that I didn't have any cash. Apparently, he couldn't imagine how anyone that actually had money wouldn't be carrying physical money. I thought about telling him how poorly the police on this side of Lake Washington treat vagrants, but I figured he'd learn soon enough.

Just now, I...
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Twice in the last two weeks I've come home feeling under the weather only to fall asleep for three hours or so. Then, I wake up with every muscle aching, cold sweat, and burning hot skin. I figure that it's just my body reacting to the laissez faire approach I take to my health when ennui or depression sets in.

I had one of those...
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It's hot, and I'm bored. I feel vaguely paranoid--like people don't like me anymore and won't tell me to my face. Relationships with other people are strained and idiosyncratic.

Oddly, I'm amused by this because I know my boredom is at the root of most of it--real and imagined. As soon as the ennui passes, I'll be right as rain.

I got suckered into a debate about the state of American politics over lunch. I'm very much opposed to spoiling any meal with such talk. However, I was faced with one of those overly-vocal foreign nationals who assumes that the opinions of her and what she assumes are the opinions of her country men are of the utmost interest to me. After listening to her...
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I have a screaming headache, and I'm exhausted. I did manage to do everything on the massive TODO list. I'm going to call it a draw.