thefox

Spoke to an old friend today. It was nice. He lives in Fayetteville, unfortunately, so we don't see each other often.

Apparently I give good advice... he actually said to me, "you need to move down here, and live next door, so you can just open your window and I can open mine, and you can shout advice to me whenever I need it." Other friends have said similar things.

Why is it I don't remember the advice I give people? I swear I go into autopilot while I'm giving it... like a computer or something (maybe I *am* a Cylon... )... like, I process what they're telling me and my personal experiences, and spit out some answer to their problems... and, generally, it seems to be good advice.

I can't do that with my own problems. I need a computer friend. Hmmm...

In any case, life is good. Less napping today, but there is work tomorrow, which is kinda sucky. But it shouldn't be too bad... no adults working tomorrow.

Okay, must go to bed soonish...