I bought a giant poster of Paris to put on my wall and have something concrete for my visual mind to aspire to.
I've been really into pretzels lately...which is weird cause I kind of hate pretzels.
I worked today, like in high-gear for the first time in a while. It felt nice, I think. My hands bled on several occasions. [I cannot spell occasions without the help of spell check.]
I finally get around to saying, "What's the point in arguing about it? Can I just say that? It's stupid." and they all just look at me and start agreeing...that they weren't arguing. I leave.
I'm stuck in a rut. I listen to so much folksy music! I need less music that I can sleep to. I have way too many playlists that have some form of the word "sleep" in the title.
I think I hit "over-time" at work. Oops. What even happens?
This is a glimpse of how my brain functions. Or maybe a glimpse of how it de-fragments at the end of the day, but to a blog instead of a person. I just need to do it. Regardless of the fact that it serves almost no purpose, and does not fit the typical style of a blog. I need this. I need to let my brain rattle off some things...and now I'm gonna go watch a movie.
