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grindmonkehI awoke from a dream today after only three hours of sleep, and spent the rest of the day in a semi-stupor on the couch while watching movies and/or playing guitar. One bored and lifeless day per week is fine though, and I can't think of any good uses for a Wednesday without having a woman to have lots of Wednesday sex with. I can afford to buy my new motherboard and ram today, so I'll have plenty of boredomkill in setting it up and reinstalling for a day or two. I'm not sure what the weekend entails yet.
The dream that I had prior to waking up was neither unimaginable nor an imaginative marvel, but one chiming of reality in a scenario I have never predisposed. A few notable discords in my personality stem from the variance of influence I've had from my disfunct parents and step-parents. While their ideals and personalities are respectable in an individual light, there's little room for compromise or empathy between them. I can see distinct attributes of my own character that can be accredited to one parent and would conflict with another. (This is all fine and superfantastic...I'm not playing the ill-conditioned by one's parents card....that's how life stacks the deck.) So anyhow, while sleeping I found myself working in a large warehouse version of the grocery store I used to work in, and I was set to familiar tasks of ordering for slots in the dairy department when my dad and step-dad arrived at once and began talking to me. They didn't pay any attention to one another, but began asking me questions in turn on topics where the answers were certain to infringe on the opinion of the other. I can't remember much of what was said, but it was clear that I had to choose who I would speak with and in turn alienate the other. I didn't know how to act, what to say, or who I was as my moral fabric was divided in two and I could only reclaim one piece while disregarding the other. My response was nothing short of retreat. I walked away and woke up shortly after. I've been milling ideas of what sparked this subliminal automata most of the afternoon and evening and drowsily falling short of insight.
I think I have a second job lined up for weekday evenings. I'm still shopping around for something appealing. I stopped by and talked to them last night and then went to Brad's until I had to leave for work. Depending on the part-time hours I acquire, I'll be spending more time with him and his wife if I can.
I've been drinking a gallon of water per day to fend off dehydration and another trip to the urologist or emergency room. I'd be interested to see how much sweat Dan or I lose in an average six to eight mile jog at this humidity. Even at five a.m. it feels pretty damn steamy, and the hotter and more humid it gets, the more this end of town smells like rotten produce or the paper mill's rotten egg emission. I would run better if I didn't smoke on the weekends, so I am going to stay away from the nicotine crave-inducing fine beers of the planet for a couple of weeks. I hope they stay in business.
The dream that I had prior to waking up was neither unimaginable nor an imaginative marvel, but one chiming of reality in a scenario I have never predisposed. A few notable discords in my personality stem from the variance of influence I've had from my disfunct parents and step-parents. While their ideals and personalities are respectable in an individual light, there's little room for compromise or empathy between them. I can see distinct attributes of my own character that can be accredited to one parent and would conflict with another. (This is all fine and superfantastic...I'm not playing the ill-conditioned by one's parents card....that's how life stacks the deck.) So anyhow, while sleeping I found myself working in a large warehouse version of the grocery store I used to work in, and I was set to familiar tasks of ordering for slots in the dairy department when my dad and step-dad arrived at once and began talking to me. They didn't pay any attention to one another, but began asking me questions in turn on topics where the answers were certain to infringe on the opinion of the other. I can't remember much of what was said, but it was clear that I had to choose who I would speak with and in turn alienate the other. I didn't know how to act, what to say, or who I was as my moral fabric was divided in two and I could only reclaim one piece while disregarding the other. My response was nothing short of retreat. I walked away and woke up shortly after. I've been milling ideas of what sparked this subliminal automata most of the afternoon and evening and drowsily falling short of insight.
I think I have a second job lined up for weekday evenings. I'm still shopping around for something appealing. I stopped by and talked to them last night and then went to Brad's until I had to leave for work. Depending on the part-time hours I acquire, I'll be spending more time with him and his wife if I can.
I've been drinking a gallon of water per day to fend off dehydration and another trip to the urologist or emergency room. I'd be interested to see how much sweat Dan or I lose in an average six to eight mile jog at this humidity. Even at five a.m. it feels pretty damn steamy, and the hotter and more humid it gets, the more this end of town smells like rotten produce or the paper mill's rotten egg emission. I would run better if I didn't smoke on the weekends, so I am going to stay away from the nicotine crave-inducing fine beers of the planet for a couple of weeks. I hope they stay in business.
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I always feel smarter after I read your shit.
Still no cigs for me!
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Good for you. Make your bastard proud.
Hahahaha!
Re: Hahahaha!
Date: 2002-06-27 10:25 pm (UTC)Do you have time to gab these days?
Re: Hahahaha!
I'm not in shipping anymore and that's given me some free time.
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Date: 2002-06-27 07:07 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-06-27 10:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-06-27 05:59 pm (UTC)See, I always prefered Tuesday sex
Date: 2002-06-27 07:58 am (UTC)Take care,
-S
Re: See, I always prefered Tuesday sex
Date: 2002-06-27 10:54 am (UTC)