it's time once again to engage in the ritual known as "resetting my sleep schedule". this involves staying up all night until the next day, until i'm too exhausted and crazy to stay awake any longer, in the hopes that i can go back to waking up at a time when most humans in my timezone would consider it normal to be awake. i've done this so many times i've lost count. eventually i go back to going to bed at 5am, no matter how determined i am to "really do it this time".
i've never been a smoker, but i imagine that this is what it's like to quit smoking again and again. the stinging sensation that my eyeballs get from viewing more monitorlight than daylight is like an old friend, comforting and familiar.
let's hope it works this time.
i've never been a smoker, but i imagine that this is what it's like to quit smoking again and again. the stinging sensation that my eyeballs get from viewing more monitorlight than daylight is like an old friend, comforting and familiar.
let's hope it works this time.
i love crappy motels. there is no other time in my life when i have a chance to watch bad mexican tv.
there is something really satisfying about picking out fresh produce. it's like a red light district of fruits and vegetables of every shape and size, whoring it out for passing customers, wanting to be the one that gets brought home.
time for some show and tell.
earlier tonight, i received my first burn from glassblowing. as instructed, i didn't pick off the hot wax that melted onto my skin. supposedly that makes matters worse.
olivia is making me post the meaty close-up:
for the curious, the burn was caused by the jacks, a metal tool used to shape a glass vessel. i carelessly put them back down on the bench just after using them, while the metal blades were still hot. although the glass is usually between 1000 - 2000 degrees when you're working on it, the metal tools probably get to a few hundred degrees.
as you can see, the shape of the burn is roughly the same shape as the blades of the tool on the left:
earlier tonight, i received my first burn from glassblowing. as instructed, i didn't pick off the hot wax that melted onto my skin. supposedly that makes matters worse.
olivia is making me post the meaty close-up:
for the curious, the burn was caused by the jacks, a metal tool used to shape a glass vessel. i carelessly put them back down on the bench just after using them, while the metal blades were still hot. although the glass is usually between 1000 - 2000 degrees when you're working on it, the metal tools probably get to a few hundred degrees.
as you can see, the shape of the burn is roughly the same shape as the blades of the tool on the left:
i think i've entered a phase in my life where i want to speak in nothing but lord of the ring quotes.
