...just still zapping random things and shaking every now and again.
Every night, as I'm avoiding my work with every possible unproductive thing I can think of, I fantasize about being back home. The funny thing is, I don't know which home or from when, but the idea of being in my own space with my own culture is taking over my being. I just want projects to make sense, little sayings to be funny or meaningful, people to show up on-timeish or tell me when they're not planning to come, and adults in my proximity to let me live my life unless they actually have useful knowledge to share (yes, I am about at the end of my rope of being micro-managed, especially if it's going to generate more waste for no reason at all besides pickiness). Not losing the water for an entire day without warning or having appliances break every month or so would be nice.
I have an entry I almost finished a week ago, but the theme of that week was wasting my time in every possible way. It's looking to be a theme of this week as well, so hopefully things will turn around soon :)
More to come! Honest!
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