Be gone blisters!
Two thoughts dominate my evening:
Why a pair of shoes that fit perfectly well in the store feel the need to give me debilitating blisters after a half hour walk...the only solution to which is a lot a band aides and a scissors to cut away the offensive part of the shoe.
And if, when I go out Friday night, I will manage to be the social butterfly I am not and manage not to drink alone. Or drink with someone other than a co-worker.
Of course this weekend I could always take my book to the coffee shop to read instead of curling up on my incredibly comfy couch.
Well I lie...other thoughts drift in and out of my head, thoughts sparked by brief chats with some folk back in Brooklyn I haven't kept in touch with as often as I should. But as this is a family read blog, and a public forum, I'm opting to keep my mouth shut about such thoughts...though the idea of starting a much more private blog has popped into my head...only to be vetoed. If it is to be private or by invitation only, such thoughts have no purpose floating around the internet. So I've begun a little black book. I love writing on paper. even when it is slower than typing and the thoughts often far gone before they can be recorded. Even when I can't read my own writing. I blame one of my friends' fiendish journaling habits for this one.
Why a pair of shoes that fit perfectly well in the store feel the need to give me debilitating blisters after a half hour walk...the only solution to which is a lot a band aides and a scissors to cut away the offensive part of the shoe.
And if, when I go out Friday night, I will manage to be the social butterfly I am not and manage not to drink alone. Or drink with someone other than a co-worker.
Of course this weekend I could always take my book to the coffee shop to read instead of curling up on my incredibly comfy couch.
Well I lie...other thoughts drift in and out of my head, thoughts sparked by brief chats with some folk back in Brooklyn I haven't kept in touch with as often as I should. But as this is a family read blog, and a public forum, I'm opting to keep my mouth shut about such thoughts...though the idea of starting a much more private blog has popped into my head...only to be vetoed. If it is to be private or by invitation only, such thoughts have no purpose floating around the internet. So I've begun a little black book. I love writing on paper. even when it is slower than typing and the thoughts often far gone before they can be recorded. Even when I can't read my own writing. I blame one of my friends' fiendish journaling habits for this one.
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4:12 AM
1 Comments:
i wish i was better at journaling and I blame my blog in part for distracting me. That said, I too was thinking of starting another blog for social politcial analysis of everything and noting, but then I'd truly never journal and as it stands my last journal entry was in May.
That book and coffee shop idea sound really good about now. Too bad I blew off everything I could have done yesterday wasting time on the internet.
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