Listening to: Pacific Street by Hem

Reading: The Civilization of the Middle Ages by Norman F. Cantor


Looking to Move.

I need to be tested. I live a comfortable life, comparably (to those in poverty town). The biggest stress in my life right now is the fact that I lost the key to the mailbox. Of course, given my worry-wort tendencies, this is a big deal in my life at the moment. I was telling a co-worker today that the biggest lie that your parents tell you is in fact not told, but a lie of omission. They give you the impression that life takes care of itself. It does not. It is one crisis, or trouble, after another. If it's not finding the money to make the rent it's finding the money to pay the locksmith, buy a toothbrush, replace your broken ass car, or pay for your kid's braces. It could be that I am always preoccupied with minor crisis of my own making, but I suspect it's the same for everyone. ah adulthood. fuck it.

On to the testing
As I was saying, I need to be tested. not for HIV or herpes (I was and I am all clear - doc called last week), but to really see how capable I am. If I weren't such a pacifist I'd join the army or something. Or become a monk, if I wasn't so anti-religion. I think that's why I considered the Peace Corps. My job tests my patience, not my skill level or intelligence. c'est la vie.


Looking forward to: New Years in Vegas.

The National had it right: "it went the dull and wicked ordinary way."