I got cock-blocked by a guy named Hubert!

…I knew jealousy would be the best ally I could call in for the furtherance of that end

—Mr. Rochester, Jane Eyre

I set jealousy traps. I don’t do it maliciously, and I don’t go out of my way to set them up. I just do it to gather information, to know where people stand. Does this make me a bad person? Perhaps, but I think that I’m as much at fault as the person who falls for such a thing. After all, jealousy to me is a superfluous emotion.

It’s AMAZING what some will do when they’re jealous.

Guess who’s too fat to fit on the armrest.

It seems like I’m running into more and more attractive, older women lately. By older, I mean older. Like Julianne Moore or Jodie Foster around-40-but-still-attractive older.

I try to explain this to Trolley, and he gives me the squinted eyes look, as if he’s thinking, “Forty? Did he just say forty? Maybe he meant fourteen. But that’s even worse! Where’s my beer?”

I think it just comes from the fact that these women are still physically attractive at a stage in their lives that’s generally not associated with that sort of thing. I can appreciate the fact that they keep in shape at their age, even after they’ve had kids. I suppose that it’s a bit of a correlation, that they’re willing to work on such things for their husbands, and that’s what stands out to me. Maybe I’m just sick of the girls I meet that are my age.

It’s good to get into a schedule again, even though I’m not quite used to waking up at 7:00 am yet. I haven’t been on schedule for more than a year. I had such a light load for my two semesters of university that I could basically wake up whenever I wanted to every day. And then there was the summer, when I took four months off to relax and could stay up till 7:00 am talking on the phone (good…good times). Next was four months of looking for a job and not finding one, which ended up being a good thing or I wouldn’t have been able to spend a month in Hong Kong.

Not having a schedule is like having only one course a term. There’s not much motive to get work done, and everything is put off to the last second. Being on a schedule makes me more productive. I actually don’t mind doing chores and errands, eating regular meals, even doing the dishes. The order and regularity is a nice change from the amorphous life I’ve been living for the last little while.