Random thoughts, 09.12.2015
If I ask for stuff from the Universe, do I get it? Or do I set myself on a path to get it?
I have a sleep deficit again. Great moments with friends come at a cost.
There's this woman I fancy physically. And I'm a total Johnny Blue Balls at the moment. Pisses me off because I know in my heart of hearts crossing that line would be a mistake. So my dick is wrestling my better instincts. God damn it.
I'm the blind archer, the one standing atop the hill, bow trained on my enemies based on instinct, absolutely oblivious to what lies in front of me.
I'm super creative, but only when I have admin work to do. I slouch on my free time, I focus on my work when the stakes are high, I play the bard in between.
The challenge with my job now is to hold a fluid problem together, considering all the spinning gears at the same time, ensuring I don't forget anything. To get to the mental point required to be effective I have to run counter myself, indulge in the pain and the hardship as my brain opens wide and loads everything that's needed, and constantly sweeps for gaps and inaccuracies. This just by itself is hard, as I feel my mind overstretched. It's even harder with lack of sleeps.
These brain dumps allow me to get there quicker. So does meditation.
I need the right song to kick me into gear. Something droning. Something I can't understand the lyrics to. Something that drowns all other sound. Death metal.
She captures my imagination. Can't stop thinking about banging her against the wall, feral smiles all around, grunts and moans the soundtrack to our dirty dalliances.
Windows speech recognizer is a dud. Must be my accent. Surely.
So vein-y blue I could name my danglers "The Roqueforts".
Allissa White-Gluz is one damn sexy woman.
I am fully awake, engaged and heading off to lunch. God damn me kicking into gear minutes before the end.
Challenge of the day: subvert a person of authority who wishes to indulge in a bit of knowledge wankering and I just want to get stuff done.
I have a sleep deficit again. Great moments with friends come at a cost.
There's this woman I fancy physically. And I'm a total Johnny Blue Balls at the moment. Pisses me off because I know in my heart of hearts crossing that line would be a mistake. So my dick is wrestling my better instincts. God damn it.
I'm the blind archer, the one standing atop the hill, bow trained on my enemies based on instinct, absolutely oblivious to what lies in front of me.
I'm super creative, but only when I have admin work to do. I slouch on my free time, I focus on my work when the stakes are high, I play the bard in between.
The challenge with my job now is to hold a fluid problem together, considering all the spinning gears at the same time, ensuring I don't forget anything. To get to the mental point required to be effective I have to run counter myself, indulge in the pain and the hardship as my brain opens wide and loads everything that's needed, and constantly sweeps for gaps and inaccuracies. This just by itself is hard, as I feel my mind overstretched. It's even harder with lack of sleeps.
These brain dumps allow me to get there quicker. So does meditation.
I need the right song to kick me into gear. Something droning. Something I can't understand the lyrics to. Something that drowns all other sound. Death metal.
She captures my imagination. Can't stop thinking about banging her against the wall, feral smiles all around, grunts and moans the soundtrack to our dirty dalliances.
Windows speech recognizer is a dud. Must be my accent. Surely.
So vein-y blue I could name my danglers "The Roqueforts".
Allissa White-Gluz is one damn sexy woman.
I am fully awake, engaged and heading off to lunch. God damn me kicking into gear minutes before the end.
Challenge of the day: subvert a person of authority who wishes to indulge in a bit of knowledge wankering and I just want to get stuff done.