a dilemma
You have several days with good amounts of free time and so you give yourself low standards for today. Feels good. Little pressure.
You do not meet considerably low standards. Instead of feeling like a moderate failure, feel like a giant failure.
Saved
Today: simulateously awed and disturbed by the amount of pleasure I'm deriving from having this one.whole.extra.hour. I do not understand. First, because I have no memories of ever being this happy for this (entirely mental) idea that I have a whole extra hour of daylight to do things. Am I really at some point in my life in which having more time to get things done can make me that happy? Also: you do realize, self, that you don't ACTUALLY have an extra hour, yes? Or that you could have a somewhat similar feeling by just waking up an hour earlier than normal? If these things are true, why did today feel so slow? Like I was getting a million things done in half the time it would normally take me?
What would happen if we had daylight savings time once a month? I feel like this would be very impractical, but I do not actually want to figure out the consequences. I don't have time.
in the future
In which I move to the Uncanny Valley and make most decisions on my actions depending on the quality of material they will suppy for my blog posts.
note: i expect this post to grow.
note: aware of it unoriginality
note: some things are not important
Halloween costume idea:
schrodinger's cat. double sided mask. or something.
Yesterday I watched a butterfly die
Mystery:
I would have a hard time explaining to you why underdeveloped female characters in novels by middle class white American men don't bother me while the underdeveloped female characters in Judd Apatow movies do.
hindsight
I should have made out with him in the museum
