When you have no interesting ideas for a blog post and yet suffer from reverse writer's-block (it is a real thing guys, and it has no cure), then you just stick to diary entries from the week..
So. I've been getting up at 7:07 every morning. No kidding! It all started with that one day, I think it was Tuesday, when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (like literally) and I looked up at the projection clock going LOL. I was half asleep and I thought wow clocks do crazy shit. It made me laugh and now it's become a thing.
7:07 every morning!
I finally read George Orwell's 1984 and really really enjoyed the depressing classic. If in my post on freedom, I sounded like I was leaning towards a dictatorship form of government, no. Seriously, no. Even a benevolent dictator can very easily turn into Big Brother, so by political stability I did not mean dictatorship. No. OK I may have mentioned it in the comments section but no. I take it back ok?
Anyway, more than reading the book, I've enjoyed narrating the entire story and all my thoughts on it to the patient husband. Don't ask me which Vadivel comedy was playing out in his head meanwhile though.
Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull.
The day before yesterday, I realized that my facial hair was reaching grizzlian limits. When I stroked my chin it felt like I was stroking a bear cub, except I wasn't scared of being attacked by its mother. I decided to get it waxed in the salon I usually go to. So I go there and meet Paula, my favorite beautician, and we start talking as she gets the wax strips ready. I complain to her about how my mustache and beard look like they're almost competing with each other to reach for my throat (like literally). She'd normally give me tips when she sees any skin acne and such. But this time she went into thathuvam-mode when I was least expecting it. "Well, you know you should think about the people who are craving for hair, they actually draw out their eye brows with pencils and cover their heads with wigs. Chemotherapy patients and all...".
Yikes. I immediately shut up but it did make me think. Perspective is everything.
Maybe I'll participate in Movember this year.
It's been getting a little cold so the cat has started snuggling up for naps again
There were some interesting tennis matches this week. Murray's exit match against Kevin Anderson was exciting. The sister-in-law pointed out that Kevin Anderson was a fighting Illini. AND he sent Murray packing. We might have a new family favorite? I mean right after Federer and Nadal.
Serena getting beat by an unseeded player was shocking, so close to that calendar slam.
Aggressive Federer in the finals? That was a treat! All those SABRs!
Work has been pretty drab. No exciting results in a long long time. I don't even know what I want to be doing in the long term. Actually I don't even know what long term really means. One of my friends recently bought a house, a big proper house like rich adults live in. It even has a basement! Some of my other friends travel to southern California and party every single weekend like rich teenagers do. Am I neither? Well, I do have some feline friends that just eat and play and sleep all day. I guess I can relate to them. Sigh. I need to figure my shit out and start trying to find a new job by next year. But what job? Where?
Oh look at me ramble. I will consume more fiber and try this again when I actually have something to say.
So. I've been getting up at 7:07 every morning. No kidding! It all started with that one day, I think it was Tuesday, when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (like literally) and I looked up at the projection clock going LOL. I was half asleep and I thought wow clocks do crazy shit. It made me laugh and now it's become a thing.
7:07 every morning!
I finally read George Orwell's 1984 and really really enjoyed the depressing classic. If in my post on freedom, I sounded like I was leaning towards a dictatorship form of government, no. Seriously, no. Even a benevolent dictator can very easily turn into Big Brother, so by political stability I did not mean dictatorship. No. OK I may have mentioned it in the comments section but no. I take it back ok?
Anyway, more than reading the book, I've enjoyed narrating the entire story and all my thoughts on it to the patient husband. Don't ask me which Vadivel comedy was playing out in his head meanwhile though.
Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull.
The day before yesterday, I realized that my facial hair was reaching grizzlian limits. When I stroked my chin it felt like I was stroking a bear cub, except I wasn't scared of being attacked by its mother. I decided to get it waxed in the salon I usually go to. So I go there and meet Paula, my favorite beautician, and we start talking as she gets the wax strips ready. I complain to her about how my mustache and beard look like they're almost competing with each other to reach for my throat (like literally). She'd normally give me tips when she sees any skin acne and such. But this time she went into thathuvam-mode when I was least expecting it. "Well, you know you should think about the people who are craving for hair, they actually draw out their eye brows with pencils and cover their heads with wigs. Chemotherapy patients and all...".
Yikes. I immediately shut up but it did make me think. Perspective is everything.
Maybe I'll participate in Movember this year.
It's been getting a little cold so the cat has started snuggling up for naps again
There were some interesting tennis matches this week. Murray's exit match against Kevin Anderson was exciting. The sister-in-law pointed out that Kevin Anderson was a fighting Illini. AND he sent Murray packing. We might have a new family favorite? I mean right after Federer and Nadal.
Serena getting beat by an unseeded player was shocking, so close to that calendar slam.
Aggressive Federer in the finals? That was a treat! All those SABRs!
Work has been pretty drab. No exciting results in a long long time. I don't even know what I want to be doing in the long term. Actually I don't even know what long term really means. One of my friends recently bought a house, a big proper house like rich adults live in. It even has a basement! Some of my other friends travel to southern California and party every single weekend like rich teenagers do. Am I neither? Well, I do have some feline friends that just eat and play and sleep all day. I guess I can relate to them. Sigh. I need to figure my shit out and start trying to find a new job by next year. But what job? Where?
Oh look at me ramble. I will consume more fiber and try this again when I actually have something to say.
