Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Italian Catholic Guilt
And other such horrors
I realize that I have already written in my bloggie today... but I feel the need to update.
I went out to dinner with a friend today, and got a lot of things off my chest. I had some spinach and artichoke dip and an amaretto sour and I got to really just haul off and vent like nobody's business, and it really made me feel a lot better about everything. After this episode, I went back and read my last entry, and have since concluded that it is, in fact, rather whiney, as I had hoped it wouldn't be when I wrote it. Oh well, you can't win em all, right?
It feels so good to feel better. I should try to feel better more often. Maybe it means I'll have to eat spinach and artichoke dip all the time, every day. Maybe that was the secret feel good ingredient. I doubt it, but hey, at least then I'd be able to eat spinach and artichoke dip all the time and have a really great excuse. "My doctor reccommended it to cure depression."
I'm not sure I spelled reccomended right... recommended? Reccommended? Wreckamehndyd.
Gollum... is pretty freaky.
Other thoughts for today... I don't know. I had a bunch of thoughts today, and I can't recall any of them right now. Do you realize that literally, sometimes I'll be driving in my car, or sitting at work doing mindless activity, and I'll think of something that seems like quite the revelation at the time, and I think to myself, "Damn... I gotta remember to put that in my online journal." Of course... then lots of time passes and I get distracted by shiny things, and by the time I get here and sit at my computer and get it to stop giving me the blue screen of death, I'm just tired and brain dead I can't remember my own birthday let alone what I wanted to write about earlier.
Ah well.
I wonder if they still have to teach typing classes in school... I bet kids don't even need them anymore, as they all live their lives on AIM. Just a question that is floating in my head.
Speaking of floating in my head, ... .... I don't know, I just thought that was funny.
I realize that I have already written in my bloggie today... but I feel the need to update.
I went out to dinner with a friend today, and got a lot of things off my chest. I had some spinach and artichoke dip and an amaretto sour and I got to really just haul off and vent like nobody's business, and it really made me feel a lot better about everything. After this episode, I went back and read my last entry, and have since concluded that it is, in fact, rather whiney, as I had hoped it wouldn't be when I wrote it. Oh well, you can't win em all, right?
It feels so good to feel better. I should try to feel better more often. Maybe it means I'll have to eat spinach and artichoke dip all the time, every day. Maybe that was the secret feel good ingredient. I doubt it, but hey, at least then I'd be able to eat spinach and artichoke dip all the time and have a really great excuse. "My doctor reccommended it to cure depression."
I'm not sure I spelled reccomended right... recommended? Reccommended? Wreckamehndyd.
Gollum... is pretty freaky.
Other thoughts for today... I don't know. I had a bunch of thoughts today, and I can't recall any of them right now. Do you realize that literally, sometimes I'll be driving in my car, or sitting at work doing mindless activity, and I'll think of something that seems like quite the revelation at the time, and I think to myself, "Damn... I gotta remember to put that in my online journal." Of course... then lots of time passes and I get distracted by shiny things, and by the time I get here and sit at my computer and get it to stop giving me the blue screen of death, I'm just tired and brain dead I can't remember my own birthday let alone what I wanted to write about earlier.
Ah well.
I wonder if they still have to teach typing classes in school... I bet kids don't even need them anymore, as they all live their lives on AIM. Just a question that is floating in my head.
Speaking of floating in my head, ... .... I don't know, I just thought that was funny.
