Okay so I'm up all night yet again. I might have slept for an hour or two but it's hard to be sure - when you dream about not being able to sleep there's really no way to tell when it starts or ends. Now I'm up on watch, doing what I can to stay focused and alert. Writing some tags for maintenance in the morning, listening to Rise Against's Appeal to Reason - which by the way is an amazing album that completely defines the disposable generation. I'm almost inclined to get a tattoo over it.
I sent ST an e-mail a few minutes ago responding to some of his stories. I worry about saying too much too soon. I understand that this is a big deal and most normal people would be overwhelmed with emotion, but the cantankerous grump that I've become is feeling more defensive. Not sure why that is, it's probably buried somewhere deep in my psyche. If you find a shrink who can put up with me, maybe we can figure it out.
Feeling the full brunt of the quarter-life crisis these days. Although if I only expect to live to 50, I guess this is actually my mid-life. Kind of disgusting actually. Must stop thinking about that.
Might be roommateless in about a week. Adam is being sent to Florida for SAR school and won't be back for six weeks. I'll probably move his stuff into a closet and turn his room into a VIP lounge. Not that any VIPs will be coming over, I'm more apt to spend every day in my boxers shouting profanities at 12-year-olds on Playstation Network. But the intention is there.
Miss having pets, thinking about getting some plants. Probably can't recreate the artificial jungle from coliseum lofts, customs prevent most of those species from being brought to the island, but I can do something new. Maybe get a live Christmas tree? Those have never stunk up / stickied up an apartment.
Wow I'm so sardonic tonight it's not even funny. Not a figure of speech - usually my attitude can bring a few laughs. But this is just depressing. I need a new adventure to liven things up a little. Shark-diving?
I sent ST an e-mail a few minutes ago responding to some of his stories. I worry about saying too much too soon. I understand that this is a big deal and most normal people would be overwhelmed with emotion, but the cantankerous grump that I've become is feeling more defensive. Not sure why that is, it's probably buried somewhere deep in my psyche. If you find a shrink who can put up with me, maybe we can figure it out.
Feeling the full brunt of the quarter-life crisis these days. Although if I only expect to live to 50, I guess this is actually my mid-life. Kind of disgusting actually. Must stop thinking about that.
Might be roommateless in about a week. Adam is being sent to Florida for SAR school and won't be back for six weeks. I'll probably move his stuff into a closet and turn his room into a VIP lounge. Not that any VIPs will be coming over, I'm more apt to spend every day in my boxers shouting profanities at 12-year-olds on Playstation Network. But the intention is there.
Miss having pets, thinking about getting some plants. Probably can't recreate the artificial jungle from coliseum lofts, customs prevent most of those species from being brought to the island, but I can do something new. Maybe get a live Christmas tree? Those have never stunk up / stickied up an apartment.
Wow I'm so sardonic tonight it's not even funny. Not a figure of speech - usually my attitude can bring a few laughs. But this is just depressing. I need a new adventure to liven things up a little. Shark-diving?
My Dex would be about a 18-20 IRL
I haven't done the hand lacing thing in a while--creeps the hubby out :}
When i was in middle school, i wanted to see how many safety pins I could fit on my left hand. 45 total. unfortunately, I didn't have a camera in those days...so no pics
Don't think I ever licked the thread, I may have used teeth to pull the thread out, but it never got too infected or anything