Stiff Wrists > Story Time

There are a lot of things this job induces, but a couple of the things I was hoping to avoid were wrist braces or reading glasses.  So far, I seem to have escaped the need for the latter, but more then once now have I put off writing something fairly extensive because I have to weigh it against how my wrists will feel when I'm done. Personally, I blame the keyboard/cover/desk combination, which is the perfect trio in regards to messing up my posture and generally making me cranky.

The chairs are really nice, though. Like, seriously high class. 

But, because I don't have a problem at home with any of this, there's a fairly decent change that I'll just go back to writing on paper and you'd see a dramatic increase in my post that originate during daylight hours. The upside is that they'll probably even be edited at that point, just because anything to extensive to write during the night (because it's a pain in the ass) automatically gets a second draft. On the other hand, if this remains a problem after I change my habits, I'll probably still end up in braces.

Writing-wise, it's probably going to effect my personal webblog Notepad.txt more then my xanga or LJ. It doesn't matter, though, because that's just where I jot down ideas that are either over-exposed, utter vents, or thoughts that are incomplete. It's not even open to the public anymore, though I might review it and see if closing it was really needed. Some of the thoughts are very personal, but none of them are very antagonistic to others. Between this, and my other journals, though, if you include the blog, I've got 4 online sites I post to regularly, not counting webforums. So even though I'm pretty much unknown on the web, my web footprint keeps getting larger. 

I had some thoughts about LARPing exp. again, but I'm not sure if it's a new thought or just a re-hash of an old one, so I think I'll just muse about it until I know.

[Food] Breakfast Eggs.

It's, like, 5 am at work right now and I'm surprisingly famished. Usually I bring in a Hot Pocket or a sandwich to tide me over until I get home and, well, I'm always hungry when I get home but it's only an issue in the last half hour of work or so. But anyhow, here I am thinking deep thoughts about art, gaming, and experience points when my stomach rumbles. I realize I've read something about pierogi, which I've never heard of until last week and now they're cropping up in all kinds of shit I'm reading, and I'm thinking about how good they sound.

And that's how you know you're hungry, if the pangs in your stomach don't educate you properly.

Normally, there's all kinds of up-for-grabs shit in the fridge that I pass on. I've got this vaguely defined fear of eating stuff left in the fridge at work for reasons that range from 'is this still good?' and 'what if someone else has dibs?' to 'I don't want to wash a dish at work'*. When you're hungry though, it's surprising what you're willing to either rationalize or just blame on someone else. There was lasagna in there yesterday, but nothing today. Just my luck. Looks like I'm waiting until morning.

By the time I get home, I'm willing to eat anything, but lately eggs have been a huge favorite. I'm not sure what's gotten into me, but I guess just regular eggs have gotten boring though, so I've started mixing them with weird things. Two days ago, I wanted nothing more then eggs on steaming rice with japanese mayo and soysasuce. I settled for swapping the rice for bread, but it was surpringly excellent. Last morning, it was leftover salmon and eggs steamed in soysauce on toast.  

I realized that since I've started midnights, my breakfasts when I cook have been consistantly odd. Like the time Taco Bell was closed (Because they don't open until 9.**) so I made some kind of weird random taco things, complete with a spontaniously created taco sauce because I refused to eat tacos sans sauce. I was, in fact, so enamored of my taco-creations that I took pictures of them with my camera phone. I haven't posted them on the net, or anything, but I've still got them. I don't know why.

So, food is this weird thing with me. But I really want weird polish dumplings now.

* Which I've learned is my job anyhow for some reason, so whatever.
** Look, I'm just not used to thinking about Taco Bell being closed.