My fish is bulimic. He always stays at the bottom of his bowl. When I drop food pellets in the water, he swims towards the ripples, nibbles on one, then spits it back out. Then he slowly floats to the bottom of the bowl again, resting his fins flat on the pebbles.
Along with the first spider of the season (which I killed tonight), spring has brought hope. For some reason, I think it’s going to be a good summer. I can’t even explain why. Maybe I miss the heat, or I had good memories of last summer, or this is happening again1. I’ve been listening to the songs I discovered last summer in anticipation. Like this one, by Jenny Owen Youngs:
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Holy crap. Listening to this song now is…fucked. I always thought it was a good song, but never really related to the lyrics. Until now.
Due to the wintery economic climate2, they’ve limited my hours at work. So much for keeping the brain busy; it appears that I’m running out of places to hide3. While this came at a time when I really needed the money, I’m glad to have more free time now. It seems like every day I’m rushing to do this or that, with barely a chance to breathe, living to work, instead of working to live. I’m wondering if I can just stop, decide to live with some debt, and just relax.
This was the first night I had to myself, and it was only because other plans fell through. The only chance I had to relax was spending an hour customizing the icons on my new Mac Mini. Aside from a weeknight here and there to catch up with John over some Warcraft 3, I haven’t actually sat down to play a game in a long time. I’m hoping that at some point, I’ll be able to slow down and enjoy things again.
Although I’m not sure if I want that right now.
- Yes, I just referenced an entry I wrote six years ago. I tend to have a photographic memory for things I’ve written. [↑]
- This term is stolen from an awesome movie. High five and a cookie if you got the reference. [↑]
- This is totally a line from the Jenny Owen Youngs song too. YOU LIKE THAT. SHIT IS SO CASH. [↑]
What a great song.
Loved the song….I say that to myself quite often too!
Connor (name cracks me up): parasites? feed him green peas (just the inside) to clear the system?
I never heard of that before! I’ll have to do some more research.