Every now and again we need to change up our walking route, though not really for any reason than it lets me add a little more distance to my route and get a bit more exercise.
I don’t even really notice the route anymore. It just is. I’m not out to look at the scenery of the streets in my neighbourhood, I’m out for a walk.
So this week, we’re going all the way to 7.5, but we’ll hit 11… eventually.
No, I didn’t NEED an iphone, but I wanted it.
So finally after stalking the local apple store for a week and a half, I finally got my paws on the one I wanted (so, apparently, did everyone else).
Man oh man, why do I always forget how much of a pain it is to set up a new device? It’s not as bad as a new laptop, but oy…
Now; where are all my wifi passwords?
I stopped posting for a few weeks. I had reasons and some of them were even legitimate.
Truth be told, I am feeling a bit like everything is [not so] awesome (Apparently if you have kids this was a great movie, but I thought it was bloody awful. Then again I watched it right after How to Train your Dragon 2, which was pretty good.) and I’m tired of being tired all the time.
I have also decided after two years of half-assed attempts at NaNoWriMo, I’m going to give it a real go again this year.
I don’t have any more time, but somehow I’ll figure it out.
So please, enlighten me, dear Postal Service (USPS or Canada Post, doesn’t matter, you both suck).
Shipment goes from somewhere in eastern Washington state, to Seattle to Redwood and then to LA, gets lost for a week who knows where, and then after travelling backwards from the original point of origin ends up OVERSHOOTING where I am.
You know, I’m pretty clear on why you guys are losing money left, right and center.
My cats are a little weird. And by a little, I mean very.
So when they start to ‘act weirdly’ by my standards, my cat is being REALLY weird…
Like, freaking out over me eating cucumber and acting like I’m murdering his best friend, weird.
He might be going senile… Though it’s not the first time I’ve thought that about him.
Far too many days I feel like my life is a giant social experiment, where people are just trying to see how far they can push and push and work me to the brink of insanity, only to promise relief and then proceed to deny it in a fashion so spectacularly ignorant that the only appropriate response is a rage and anger so profound that it’s best to just leave me the hell alone for a few hours until I can go home and try to remember that I am not really insane, it’s the stupidity around me which is driving me so.
I wonder how far this experiment has to go to be considered a success or failure? Is it measured by if I manage not to defenestrate someone in a blind rage, or will they just keep pushing until I end up losing every remaining shed of self control I possess and start screaming at someone?
Or maybe it’s just been a spectacularly bad few weeks.