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Loathe is too strong a word, really, as is dread. It is more along the lines of a heavy sigh that I expect to log onto my communication tool (which crashes about once a day for reasons which are not made immediately manifest), because it is somehow password log on day again and there are a host of people that have forgotten their password from the last week (or otherwise had their lack of computer knowledge cause a general failure to really understand the full scope of password resets. This is not, I assert, their fault. Some of these processes really don't make any sense and every instruction for user help refers them to a website they can't get to or to us. There is really only one path for them.).
I had a good weekend. Saturday was relaxing and Fallout 3 ate most of the day. Sunday was productive and entertaining. There was a building, and we discovered what it was. On the way, we learned the meaning of 'teamwork'. That might actually be a movie trailer, so if I've confused my weekend with Hollywood again, I apologize.
Still, I have a new comforter and I finally have a coffee pot and grinder. I did not forget coffee filters, either. I know where my priorities lie, so it's that first and critical life infrastructure second. Really, it is a matter of opportunity , as I'm sure becomes apparant. If they mailed cars to ones doorstop, then I'm sure I would have one. Why I haven't purchased appropriate sleeping equipment would typically be qualified the same way, except that I suspect that they will, actually, mail you a bed. I have so far gotten around this by asserting that it is a matter of cost coupled with type. I guess I have become exceedingly particular on my actual sleeping materials, as I am wont to do. Beggers cannot be choosers, but I guess as soon as they become work-a-day Johnnies, they get choosy as shit. In the meantime, I am living on borrowed time, or air mattress as the case may be.
I am behind, super behind on my novel. I have come to terms with that, but I also wrote a thousand words before lunch today, so I think there's hope. It is probably going to be an issue like all of my stories for class. Thousands of words in a night, or more, hammering something out before the deadline. Where are other people at? 10k or more? Well, oh well. It is only a race if I win it, otherwise I am just asserting the competitiveness stifles the creative spirit.
Crickey. I better get to work.
I had a good weekend. Saturday was relaxing and Fallout 3 ate most of the day. Sunday was productive and entertaining. There was a building, and we discovered what it was. On the way, we learned the meaning of 'teamwork'. That might actually be a movie trailer, so if I've confused my weekend with Hollywood again, I apologize.
Still, I have a new comforter and I finally have a coffee pot and grinder. I did not forget coffee filters, either. I know where my priorities lie, so it's that first and critical life infrastructure second. Really, it is a matter of opportunity , as I'm sure becomes apparant. If they mailed cars to ones doorstop, then I'm sure I would have one. Why I haven't purchased appropriate sleeping equipment would typically be qualified the same way, except that I suspect that they will, actually, mail you a bed. I have so far gotten around this by asserting that it is a matter of cost coupled with type. I guess I have become exceedingly particular on my actual sleeping materials, as I am wont to do. Beggers cannot be choosers, but I guess as soon as they become work-a-day Johnnies, they get choosy as shit. In the meantime, I am living on borrowed time, or air mattress as the case may be.
I am behind, super behind on my novel. I have come to terms with that, but I also wrote a thousand words before lunch today, so I think there's hope. It is probably going to be an issue like all of my stories for class. Thousands of words in a night, or more, hammering something out before the deadline. Where are other people at? 10k or more? Well, oh well. It is only a race if I win it, otherwise I am just asserting the competitiveness stifles the creative spirit.
Crickey. I better get to work.
