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Over to the right, is my bird Louie who has discovered that in addition to toast, banana, and pineapple, he also loves blood oranges. By love I mean, infatuation. I was peeling one and once I halved it, he sat in his door and looked at me... I gave him a small piece and watched him begin to tear it apart. I introduced him to oranges yesterday and at first he was apprehensive. When he saw me eating a slice, he tried for himself and he's been nuts over oranges ever since.
This bird is more filled with love than almost any other I've had. When I pet him before I went up to my room, he ripped off and put a little orange pulp on my finger. Isn't that cool? Cool and maybe a little gross at the same time?
I learned today that NIN is the perfect music for me to listen to when I work. It drowns out my popular neighbor and her meetings, it makes me do a little shimmie, and it helps me power through the queue. I also listened to The Fratellis, Costello Music, which wasn't bad but I was too involved with work to fully focus on it. They're a fun band. I also have kidneythieves and the caesars on this disc, so... quite a bit of variety going on. I also keep the volume just low enough to -hear- visitors and mumbles. I hear it's alright to listen to music while, but I don't believe in pressing my luck by cranking it.
Work was good. I've come to embrace everything. Everything I've mentioned, everything that's a possibility. I'm there to process, get paid, and do well. Being that this is temp, as far as I know, I'm contemplating what steps I should take next. I've been too wound up in planning paychecks and payments out. I can breathe easier there. I used to be so horrible with money, now... I feel the opposite. I'm not by any means fearful of spending, I do, but I don't go apeshit and I am fully aware of implications and limits. Whoa. Being poor and losing touch with materialism, learning wants vs needs, does teach you life lessons. Duh.
I took a major spill yesterday getting out of the shower. I have a few bruises .. All over my right side and I'm even a little lumpy. You know those sliding door tub showers? That inch and a half metal guide at the bottom? That thing hurts much more than you can imagine. Sitting, taking stairs, walking, and resting my right hand are reminders that when I get a house of my own... I'm getting a fucking stall shower with grippy crap all over it. I just can't wait until the subdermal hematomas rear their nasty faces. While I think they're cool looking, the lack of comfort that comes with sucks.
Night.
This bird is more filled with love than almost any other I've had. When I pet him before I went up to my room, he ripped off and put a little orange pulp on my finger. Isn't that cool? Cool and maybe a little gross at the same time?
I learned today that NIN is the perfect music for me to listen to when I work. It drowns out my popular neighbor and her meetings, it makes me do a little shimmie, and it helps me power through the queue. I also listened to The Fratellis, Costello Music, which wasn't bad but I was too involved with work to fully focus on it. They're a fun band. I also have kidneythieves and the caesars on this disc, so... quite a bit of variety going on. I also keep the volume just low enough to -hear- visitors and mumbles. I hear it's alright to listen to music while, but I don't believe in pressing my luck by cranking it.
Work was good. I've come to embrace everything. Everything I've mentioned, everything that's a possibility. I'm there to process, get paid, and do well. Being that this is temp, as far as I know, I'm contemplating what steps I should take next. I've been too wound up in planning paychecks and payments out. I can breathe easier there. I used to be so horrible with money, now... I feel the opposite. I'm not by any means fearful of spending, I do, but I don't go apeshit and I am fully aware of implications and limits. Whoa. Being poor and losing touch with materialism, learning wants vs needs, does teach you life lessons. Duh.
I took a major spill yesterday getting out of the shower. I have a few bruises .. All over my right side and I'm even a little lumpy. You know those sliding door tub showers? That inch and a half metal guide at the bottom? That thing hurts much more than you can imagine. Sitting, taking stairs, walking, and resting my right hand are reminders that when I get a house of my own... I'm getting a fucking stall shower with grippy crap all over it. I just can't wait until the subdermal hematomas rear their nasty faces. While I think they're cool looking, the lack of comfort that comes with sucks.
Night.
