should be doin' stuff.
am not doin' stuff.
came home from the graveyard shift in a light drizzle yesterday.
dicked around on the computer for a bit. went to bed. (actually, I sleep on my couch as I haven't really gotten around to getting a bed yet, but "going to couch" sounds like a vaguely retarded military maneuver.)
woke up to what some might call "a winter wonderland".
the phrase that lept to my tongue was: a whole buncha fuckin snow. drag.
spent a while debating with self the relative merits of either: a) spending the rest of my life huddled on couch swaddled in quilt (or at least until I run out of cigarettes) or b) lighting scary propane heater.
actually, scary propane heater isn't quite as scary as it was last winter when I would light it daily, crouching down with a match at arms length, waiting for the "ba-BOOM" as it caught & spending a few nervous minutes in the bathroom afterward counting eyebrows & fingers.
(I finally, after a few months of this, had the guy from the propane place take a look at it. I'd kinda put it off because I actually hadn't been paying for propane & I'd wondered if they'd noticed. sure, they sent the bill every month, but I looked upon it as more of a formality than anything else. he looked at, poked at it--I noticed that he was missing a few fingers, which didn't exactly inspire confidence--& said something like, "god-DAMN, it's a wonder you ain't'nt DEAD!" & fiddled around with it for a bit. it works fine, now, but I still think of it as my quiet roommate who will probably, one of these nights, come at me with a pick-axe.)
the sun's come out.
finally got on the chat last night (thanks again, emotastica!) but the power kept blinking out & finally gave up & went to couch.
am not doin' stuff.
came home from the graveyard shift in a light drizzle yesterday.
dicked around on the computer for a bit. went to bed. (actually, I sleep on my couch as I haven't really gotten around to getting a bed yet, but "going to couch" sounds like a vaguely retarded military maneuver.)
woke up to what some might call "a winter wonderland".
the phrase that lept to my tongue was: a whole buncha fuckin snow. drag.
spent a while debating with self the relative merits of either: a) spending the rest of my life huddled on couch swaddled in quilt (or at least until I run out of cigarettes) or b) lighting scary propane heater.
actually, scary propane heater isn't quite as scary as it was last winter when I would light it daily, crouching down with a match at arms length, waiting for the "ba-BOOM" as it caught & spending a few nervous minutes in the bathroom afterward counting eyebrows & fingers.
(I finally, after a few months of this, had the guy from the propane place take a look at it. I'd kinda put it off because I actually hadn't been paying for propane & I'd wondered if they'd noticed. sure, they sent the bill every month, but I looked upon it as more of a formality than anything else. he looked at, poked at it--I noticed that he was missing a few fingers, which didn't exactly inspire confidence--& said something like, "god-DAMN, it's a wonder you ain't'nt DEAD!" & fiddled around with it for a bit. it works fine, now, but I still think of it as my quiet roommate who will probably, one of these nights, come at me with a pick-axe.)
the sun's come out.
finally got on the chat last night (thanks again, emotastica!) but the power kept blinking out & finally gave up & went to couch.
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