The Aerie
Ah, nothing is perfect. The new desk chair has a critical flaw: if I am sitting at my desk, and I turn around to stand up, the arm of the chair gets caught beneath the desk.
Since the desk is a door laid across a pair of filing cabinets, standing up out of the chair causes it to push my desk upwards, threatening to spill everything on the floor. And of course this will wear out the arms of the chair quite rapdily.
So the question is, will I learn not to stand up from my desk in such a quick fashion or will I destroy something first? More to the point, why should I have to?
Reading a lot of LiveJournals recently, mostly because I'm short of things to procrastinate on. Three words: mad bisexual drama. Practically everyone on there is a woman, and practically every woman on there is a bisexual, and practically every bisexual woman on there is polyamorous. At least, so it seems. They all seem to be 21, half of them are alcoholic or aspiring to be, and every one of them are dating the same man: the whiny, self-centered, screwed-up youngest-child-in-the-family, emotionally abusive coward that we all know or once were.
I feel bad for them, but what can I do? Not much. They display their pain, I comment on it and realize that while passing 41 has its downsides, not being 21 anymore has its upsides.
In other topics, absolutely CRAZY nutcase dreams last night. Fortunately for both you and I my recollection of them has dimmed significantly. Highlights include hiding in a dark corner from Agent-like killers, kissing the blond daughter of a Mexican couple, and trying desperately to call 911 after finding the corpse of a woman lying on the sidewalk, with her heart ripped out of her chest.
Well, enough procrastination has passed, there is now no longer significant time left to accomplish anything. Or so I tell myself. Head upstairs, catch "Contact" on DVD before it has to go back.
Posted by Albatross at January 12, 2004 8:17 PM