What a busy day. My life is picking up a bit. I love the changing weather. It's been cold and rainy for so long here, the sun is bringing life back to my soul. I just love it.
I worked at the lab this morning and afternoon, then came home and cleaned bathrooms and kitchen floors, all of the dirty work I'd been procrastinating, finally.
Hey, am I the only one that doesn't know where to put commas? I throw them around like I don't know what and I imagine it drives those that know better crazy? If anyone's up for giving me a quick grammar lesson, please bring it on!
Just a random thought in a stream of conciousness sort of way.
After cleaning, I felt rather productive. It's just nice to leave something better than you found it. You know? I imagined my housemates actually appreciated my work, though I'll bet less than a third actually does. Perhaps I'm too cynical. I dunno. I just think that some of them live like pigs and I hate talking bad about people, but it just irks me to see some of the messes they leave behind without any consideration that others have to put up with their messiness.
Anyway, I sometimes get a bug up my ass and clean like a maniac and I always feel good about it afterwards. I like things clean.
Further on in the evening I went down to the UWMC's Health Sciences' Hogness Auditorium for a Mini-Med School presentation. It's the first of 7 and it was rather cool. I love learning stuff and having my eyes open to reality. Knowledge is power, after all. For instance...I never actually knew what 'triage' meant, and it refers to a sorting of, or prioritizing of care. Like they do in ERs/EDs. It felt good to rid myself of that little bit of ignorance that I'd had just prior to the seminar.
Finally, I had a quick little date tonight. It was a first and I think it went well. I was not as nervous as I usually am, but nervous nonetheless. I played it off by drinking and eating while she nursed her one drink. Okay, I had two. Was that bad? Am I a lush because I had two and she only had one? I don't care. It made me feel better. Giddier. I had to lighten up and thats how I chose to do it. I am too damn serious some times. It's friggin' hard for me to be calm, cool and collected sometimes. But, that's just something I'm trying to work with. I think what I need to do is...ah, hell. I don't know. Lighten up. But how? I'm trying to figure that out and maintain my morals, dignity and self respect. What the hell am I talking about? I don't even know. Forgive me. I'm just rambling here.
peace
I worked at the lab this morning and afternoon, then came home and cleaned bathrooms and kitchen floors, all of the dirty work I'd been procrastinating, finally.
Hey, am I the only one that doesn't know where to put commas? I throw them around like I don't know what and I imagine it drives those that know better crazy? If anyone's up for giving me a quick grammar lesson, please bring it on!
Just a random thought in a stream of conciousness sort of way.
After cleaning, I felt rather productive. It's just nice to leave something better than you found it. You know? I imagined my housemates actually appreciated my work, though I'll bet less than a third actually does. Perhaps I'm too cynical. I dunno. I just think that some of them live like pigs and I hate talking bad about people, but it just irks me to see some of the messes they leave behind without any consideration that others have to put up with their messiness.
Anyway, I sometimes get a bug up my ass and clean like a maniac and I always feel good about it afterwards. I like things clean.
Further on in the evening I went down to the UWMC's Health Sciences' Hogness Auditorium for a Mini-Med School presentation. It's the first of 7 and it was rather cool. I love learning stuff and having my eyes open to reality. Knowledge is power, after all. For instance...I never actually knew what 'triage' meant, and it refers to a sorting of, or prioritizing of care. Like they do in ERs/EDs. It felt good to rid myself of that little bit of ignorance that I'd had just prior to the seminar.
Finally, I had a quick little date tonight. It was a first and I think it went well. I was not as nervous as I usually am, but nervous nonetheless. I played it off by drinking and eating while she nursed her one drink. Okay, I had two. Was that bad? Am I a lush because I had two and she only had one? I don't care. It made me feel better. Giddier. I had to lighten up and thats how I chose to do it. I am too damn serious some times. It's friggin' hard for me to be calm, cool and collected sometimes. But, that's just something I'm trying to work with. I think what I need to do is...ah, hell. I don't know. Lighten up. But how? I'm trying to figure that out and maintain my morals, dignity and self respect. What the hell am I talking about? I don't even know. Forgive me. I'm just rambling here.
peace
Sometimes I am not sure either... oh well.