What Are You Doing?

I just heard the wild parrots fly over. Before that, I went to make my usual half caff coffee blend, and when I opened the new bag of caffeinated I discovered it was decaf...which meant I accidentally bought two bags of decaf, one and a half weeks apart. So I listened to the screech of wild parrots (Amazonas) on no caffeine. (Love 'em and am glad to have 'em here, I just prefer to be properly caffeinated first. They sound like Canada geese, with higher higher pitched screeches.)

 

I was going to write - but someone remind me of a Pansy Division song and now I'm listening to dirty music and reliving my teenage years.

Yeah, I'm not getting anything done tonight...

 

Waiting for popcorn.

 

Samuel Beckett's first draft?

 

Inspired by, but about things I'm passionate about. The best part is, this play doesn't really end, it just keeps going round and round and the audience knows it's done when the popping is more than a second apart.

 

Mr. Floppy sounds too cute for this situation. If I ever get a pet sword again I will totally name it that. I don't care what the person attached to it thinks!

 

I just read the first of 14 stories in a book of Roberto Bolaño.
I asked for short stories at the library and they gave me this and Alice Munro and a swedish Author.

Before asking at the library, Munro was the only one i knew.
I have read one story in each book, so far Bolaño is the best (totally amateurish opinion)

 

Aka Limp Noodle Syndrome

 

I'm reading a pointless internet argument instead of writing.

AAAHHHH

Why can't I stop?? It's not even my argument. I'm just watching other people go at it.

Somebody slap me, please.

 

It's hypnotic isn't it? It's like a tornado, you just can't stop watching until it's too late and you're right in the middle of it.

 

I'm pretty sure I do it because I'm bored and isolated and this is the closest to human interaction I've had in a while. Yay!

 

I know, right? I keep almost getting involved.

I'm going to turn off alerts for that thread. There's no winning that argument, man. Abort, dude. There is no winning in that thread.

 

It's like every relationship I've ever been in. Good thing I'm having so much fun on the way down.

 

Whenever I see an argument like that online, I start humming "Let it Go" under my breath.

Let it go, let it goooo...

 

God save you. I wish you luck, my friend.

 

*Salutes, pulls out violin, and starts playing Nearer My God to Thee.*

 

Maybe.

 

If you want a prize, you have to try my house.(I seriously don't want to do it.)

 

Italian lessons. DuoLingo claims I'm 30% fluent, which I know for a fact is a lie, but I'm getting there. I know how to order beer, tea, coffee, water, and almost any fruit known to man, I can make sexy chit-chat, and I absolutely know how to cuss.

 

Swapping out electric outlets and trying to find the fault I've been complaining about in the not happy thread.

 

Drinking.