We will be conducting an experiment for the forseeable future. This experiment will consist of me having relatively early nights going to sleep, and figuring out whether my downward mood can improve with eight or nine hours sleep instead of the more usual seven or so.
This of course is being foisted on me because being on the computer too late in the night may wake my niece, who is sleeping about five metres away in the next room. And the games room, where I retreat on Monday usually to watch South Park and the news, is a temporary bedroom. Had to endure the mindnumbingness of Numbers and Supernatural, which my sister and mother watch, in the lounge instead. Monday being my father's night on the net of course.
Totally selfish sounding I am sure, but I have a wide buffer zone attached to my personal space you know. Damned freaking credit cards, with the debt incurred and still valid, grr - if not for that I might have moved out by now. Of course, I might have still been in Ottawa as well.
Maybe the debt did serve a purpose, at least back then. Triggering a nervous breakdown, 'the nervous breakdown we had to have' a la one of the politicians, one of the British PMs of the 70s perhaps, saying the recession we had to have.
God, my thinking can be so scattergun at times. Watched The Weather Man at the movies yesterday, weird little movie, hard to categorise, was it a dark comedy or a drama with funny bits? Anyways, just wanted to mention it, because the script writers and Nic Cage had typical male scattergun thinking captured so perfectly. 'Tartare sauce? They were out.' Classic.
Pauly
This of course is being foisted on me because being on the computer too late in the night may wake my niece, who is sleeping about five metres away in the next room. And the games room, where I retreat on Monday usually to watch South Park and the news, is a temporary bedroom. Had to endure the mindnumbingness of Numbers and Supernatural, which my sister and mother watch, in the lounge instead. Monday being my father's night on the net of course.
Totally selfish sounding I am sure, but I have a wide buffer zone attached to my personal space you know. Damned freaking credit cards, with the debt incurred and still valid, grr - if not for that I might have moved out by now. Of course, I might have still been in Ottawa as well.
Maybe the debt did serve a purpose, at least back then. Triggering a nervous breakdown, 'the nervous breakdown we had to have' a la one of the politicians, one of the British PMs of the 70s perhaps, saying the recession we had to have.
God, my thinking can be so scattergun at times. Watched The Weather Man at the movies yesterday, weird little movie, hard to categorise, was it a dark comedy or a drama with funny bits? Anyways, just wanted to mention it, because the script writers and Nic Cage had typical male scattergun thinking captured so perfectly. 'Tartare sauce? They were out.' Classic.
Pauly
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