And So It Goes

[xifeng]

Today, I spent like an hour and a half cutting and pasting together a map, and then taking it to Kinko's, that map crap might be obtained. Might be going out to din with Joy tomorrow, so that's for the better; if not tomorrow, Friday, hopefully. Stuff to discuss.

I was thinking about my job and abstracting and all this, and it occurred to me that even though I kvetch and complain and have cussed out everybody in the land title industry at least twice, I honest-to-God love doing this kind of work, even if I don't always love my particular job at any given moment.

I worry me.

Leg is still bruised and swollen; I keep indulging in horror fantasies whereby it's broken and gangrenous and OH NOES, even though I know I'm being ridiculous. If it were broken, I doubt I could walk normally on it.

♥ for my ukelette, just because.

Comments

[forgottensanity.livejournal.com]

I remember one time when I woke up really late at night (this is many years ago now), and it was so dark that I thought I had gone blind. I knew that was absurd, but I could not see a thing, so I had to turn on the lights for a second to reassure myself. I don't think I've ever broken anything though, although a boy did throw a stone at my head once in kindergarten. And another boy dropped a shovel on my head.

Why don't people like me? ;_;

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

When I was a kid, I was obsessed with ancient Egypt, and one night when I was about 8 or 9 I had a nosebleed. I was convinced, because I could feel my nose stuck to the Kleenex, that if I pulled away my brains would come out, just like a mummy's.

I can't imagine why people don't like you. Unless you hissed and spit at them. That might be a bit off-putting.