Current location:	visiting PGH
Current mood:	amused

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baaaa.
Too many people on my friends page did this quiz; I feel I must also.



status update: I am well, Christmas was enjoyable, after all, I actually went out for New Year's Eve and had a flat face with coarse features. A pale, roughly-chiseled face that I recall being charmingly adolescent yet ugly. I never got his name *sigh* I hope he got his stuff back...I didn't even take the loose change from his [red]sportsbag, just zipped it into an interior pocket.
The restroom I went to work, and was able to come home and complain, and did not have to be on guard instead against banning the positives in fear of the negatives, because my natural state of "blah" is too neutral to feel like I'm really living. It's something I'm working on. I let myself be really cheerful earlier, and now I'm feeling gloomy with just as little reason, or less. It's still better than not expressing my depthless love for my elder sis. But, oh, sometimes I wish I could charge entry to my brain, or offer it free of charge to select psychologists/psychiatrists/counselors (with an at-your-own-risk waiver, of course. *snicker* I wouldn’t be TOO cruel… ).


Not all of my day pretty much inside there. I have done so here, as well, but only because I haven't been able to use the computer much for days and days. Therefore, there have been no updates in quite a while...
My sister's wedding is this week! We're all going nuts now. I also am working 32 hrs this week and 40 next, which is more than the flesh and tissue can account for. You tend to take a pain reliever to reduce a burgeoning headache before finishing, nor desperately seek tasks to take me away from my tethered region while a coworker enables its jarring disruption.
The bread slicer is so much not its usual self, now, that I can't help but find it more, rather than less, malevolent. Without its dangerous bluster and warning, "Listen to me! Aren't I SHARP?" it just seems quietly menacing; "You won't realize until it's too late..." The slicer is sulking; it's been working towards that volume for years, and though its sound has dulled significantly, its cutting blades have not.
Now that I no longer need to shout, I have the impulse to tread lightly and whisper.
Maybe I've been working too hard, that I personify bakery objects--in my defense, the slicer has the most personality. The rest aren't as insistent upon attention.

[edit: this entry above is ENTIRELY generated. To the all-too-appropriate me=the sheep/imitator.]