Paprikash
Today at work I made a soup; paprikash to be exact. It wasn't nearly as good as my mother makes it, but I was pretty proud of myself. I hope we sell it all and the kitchen makes some money thanks to me.
I just heard a loud noise somewhere out back. It shook the floor. Weird. Maybe I am going to be murdered.
I sort of resolved things with Dan Coworker today. I made it clear that we are cool, and I bought a pack of cigarettes and gave him a couple to prove it. His attitude still rubs me the wrong way, but that's just how it's going to be. Lord, grant me the serenity, and all that.
My brain is a blank now. One random question: Why do people differentiate between "the internet" and "real life." It's this same stigma that makes people ashamed to say they met their significant other online. Is there something inherently dirty and/or fake about the internet? Grr. It's a part of reality, people. And you're best to think hard about how it can truly affect our lives, because the age of communication is just coming out of it's infancy.
Google is watching you.
I think I'm going to tell my doctor about my old, childhood diagnosis of A.D.D. He is concerned about possibilities of depression, but I've never been officially diagnosed with that. A.D.H.D. on the other hand... I may have an adult form of it. In which case, it might explain what anti-depressants didn't do me much good.
Sandor Out
Today at work I made a soup; paprikash to be exact. It wasn't nearly as good as my mother makes it, but I was pretty proud of myself. I hope we sell it all and the kitchen makes some money thanks to me.
I just heard a loud noise somewhere out back. It shook the floor. Weird. Maybe I am going to be murdered.
I sort of resolved things with Dan Coworker today. I made it clear that we are cool, and I bought a pack of cigarettes and gave him a couple to prove it. His attitude still rubs me the wrong way, but that's just how it's going to be. Lord, grant me the serenity, and all that.
My brain is a blank now. One random question: Why do people differentiate between "the internet" and "real life." It's this same stigma that makes people ashamed to say they met their significant other online. Is there something inherently dirty and/or fake about the internet? Grr. It's a part of reality, people. And you're best to think hard about how it can truly affect our lives, because the age of communication is just coming out of it's infancy.
Google is watching you.
I think I'm going to tell my doctor about my old, childhood diagnosis of A.D.D. He is concerned about possibilities of depression, but I've never been officially diagnosed with that. A.D.H.D. on the other hand... I may have an adult form of it. In which case, it might explain what anti-depressants didn't do me much good.
Sandor Out
In the end, people are strange.
Hope you don't get murdered, you know my opinion of you dead vs. alive.