My body does not care about these things.
Work ... my god. There are three people on a swing shift. Two techs and a doctor. If one of the techs is being a miserable fucking bitch, the doctor has the option of hiding out in her office. The other tech, namely me, has no option but to spend 7 hours with this miserable person. I wanted to walk out of the hospital today. This is not what I am paid for. But what else to be done.
After work, went out for a bit ... dropped by 3DO, saw
Michael makes fun of me because I haven't seen so many movies ... but there are reasons for this. I have a really hard time sitting in a movie theater for 2 hours. I have no attention span. That and social phobias and crowed theaters are a bad combination. So I usually wait for stuff to come out on DVD. But I hate watching movies alone, so I only see stuff when someone has it and wants to watch it with me. I guess I'm missing out, somehow.
Reading a strange book borrowed from my brother, a book he had to read for school. "The Simpsons and Philosophy". A collection of essays, quite interesting. I look at the show in a whole new way. Bart Simpson and how Nietzsche's ideas relate to him ...
I love the smell of new book ... distinctive, and familiar ...
I remember all sorts of things in the middle of the night that I should remember during the day, when I can do them ... a list of people I've been meaning to call, people I need to go see ... errands to be run, debts that need paying. But I don't think of this stuff at any time it could be useful to me.
Fuck my memory.