Sunday, 06 July 2008
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Segments Of Reality
A Hypothetical Question
What if you could somehow make it so you never had to go to sleep, but you still had standard amount of energy? I don't think I would do it. I like sleeping. It's a good way to waste hours between doing stuff, and it's fun to dream.
A Flashback
I was throwing some boxes away at the dumpster yesterday and all of a sudden I was like, "This feels really familiar." Then I remembered that I worked as a busboy for 2 years where one of my main and favorite duties was throwing trash into the dumpster. It was my favorite because I got to show off my super strength by lifting the dish trash up by myself when all the other weakling 16 year olds would always need help. And sometimes I had to climb in the dumpster and smash down the boxes when we were running out of room. All for $5.25 an hour. But, damn it, it was worth every penny.
A Positive Story
Yesterday and old friend of mine from highschool (my junior year chemistry partner) and I went shopping for kitchen supplies. Since she is all fashionable and married and domesticated now, she owned at helping me pick good stuff. Like a stainless steel cooking set. Granted, the most I cook these days is fish on the Foreman and the occasional steamed vegetable. But nothing gets chicks going like whipping out some fight stainless steel cooking ware. Or so I hear. Actually, I never heard that. But in case it's true, I'm ready.
A Neutral Story
I have a propensity to get covered with cuts and scrapes. Generally I don't know where they come from. I know the root cause of my current ailments - building furniture. But why my toe started bleeding and why my arm looks like I'm a self-mutilator, I'm not sure.
A Pseudo-Negative Story
The latest I can sleep in now even on weekends is 7 o'clock. This is still techincally sleeping in since on a usual day I wake up at 5. This is sad because none of the rest of the cool world is up at that time. And then I get sleepy at around 11pm. I must be slipping in my old age.
A Final Thought
Money might not be able to buy happiness, but it gets a helluva lot closer than no-money does.
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