Mambo #5.

Ate. It’s something.

Have about an hour to kill. May check Cliff’s Green Chair again. I want to talk to him sometime about something we talked about years ago. It occurred to me recently that I care what complete strangers think of me. Overstating the obvious, of course, I’ve been like that for as long as I can remember.

The old conversation with him was him telling me how he worried what friends thought about him. I replied, at the time, saying how I wouldn’t care what friends think, because they’re my friends. That I was more concerned …

Was that how it went? I’m not even sure anymore. Maybe it was reversed. Who knows. I do remember making a point that we shouldn’t care what friends think about us. *shrugs* I’ll take a peek at my journal later on today, as I was able to capture my paranoia before I escaped from it. Actually feeling paranoia rather than simply avoiding paranoia. There’s a subtle difference.

I spent most of C++ writing in my journal and jotting out ideas for the rest of the day. I already checked to see if Cliff was in the green chair earlier. :: checkmarks :: I’ll be home sometime around four. I forget, really. Liter of water, slice of bread, pee, tuggify. In that order.

I have an objective of finding a park to peruse. For my obvious pet project, I want to down some more protein. To talk my nerves, I want to read something. Anything to give me less time on Roxanne, really. I’ll review of my journal to gain some perspective. So my environment’s okay, I’ll wash my undies and my socks. Hey, it’ll irk me if I’m running out of Timmy Undergarments. If I’m feeling creative, I can think of more ideas for DateATimmy. I started a temp document months ago so I wouldn’t have to write it all on the spot.

I could shave my balls and my asscrack, but I don’t think that’ll happen tonight. Maybe when it warms up more. It’s colder now than it was in January. Strange weather. There’s a satire I’ve been meaning to write. Try and take some pictures of me smiling. To help with future plans, I need to review what’s due for all my classes. Not much, but good to look anyway. No work to do; if I think there’s work to be done immediately, I won’t even look at what I have to do. Pester Michelle at some point, see how she’s done with the instructions I’ve given her.

After I do some stuff, maybe I’ll allocate some time to “catching up” on OD. I’ve been kind of scattershot about it? As if I read much anymore. Have my evening flush around 7:30. Allocate ten hours to sleep. Overshooting by an hour or two, so I don’t have to worry about daydreaming prior to falling asleep, nor waking up “late”, despite how early it will be anyway when I get up. Have a flush first thing in the morning, relax, pee, eat, and toss up ideas for tomorrow.

*yawns*

And I’ve been putting off compiling the Urine Survey. Whoops. That’ll take an hour or two to do, at least. Numbers! Probably will need to separate into normal, menstruating, and pregnant, as lots of types of numbers were thrown at me. Mean, median, mode; I doubt I’ll do standard deviations.

*yawns again*

I am thirsty. I had tuna, turkey, & provolone on rye. Just with mayo. It was tasty? Heh. I lower my standards here. I never get lettuce, because the sandwich lady doesn’t know how to make sandwiches right. After working at Panera, I’ve been trained to snap off the white end of the lettuce. So to see her take a whole leaf and place it on a sandwich makes me scratch my head.

Whatever.

*yawns*