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A Physicist's Guide to Smoked Gouda

 

2002-11-11 8:12 p.m.

i dont fucking talk enough.

im starting to notice how much time i spend listening to other people talk, and asking them questions about how theyre doing, what theyre doing, how they feel about all of the above, and i do this because i consider them friends, and i care about how theyre doing. but on the other hand, how am i supposed to feel when they never ever ask how im doing? what i've been up to? and how i feel about all of the above? do they even care?

of course not.

im going to bed early. my goal is to be asleep by ten pm. and eight hours later, hopefully, up at six. but even if i sleep in a bit and im up by eight ill still be happy. and ill have some semblence of a schedule again, with my time in the morning to put my life back together. you know, the little things like doing dishes, straightening my desk, doing laundry. and yoga, i missed that last week. upsetting and disappointing.

but im going to sleep! and its going to make everything better!

right, keep telling yourself that ::smiles to herself::