I shouldn't drink the rest of this beer.

"One day, I will find that Jester. He only cost two dollars and seventy six cents. I cost six dollars. That fucking bastard.

"He makes me sick, with his wind-up head spinning action. I can't believe that I cost more, yet take additional batteries to operate my light up eyes and spinning clicking noise action. I should be the inexpensive product!"

The robot, armed with gun and clicking noise action, hunted poor Jester. All the while, Jester, trying to escape, couldn't fathom the cause for this hostility from the robot.


"Since I am a Jester, I only speak in rhyme.
None of this hatred will be revealed, not in due time.
Cost two seventy six, I did, its true.
Yet you are machine, I only wind up and sing tunes.
My head spins back and forth, and I cannot recall-
the last time I had light up eyes, or rolled around on a ball.
A bearing you have, underneath your motor.
All I have is a stationary drum,
So what the fuck, robot?"






TO BE FUCKING CONTINUED.

Go to class,

Go grab a drink which turns into more than a few. 9:15 or so
Go home at 12:30 (ish)
Sleep at 3:30 (ish?)
Wake up at 5:30
Eat two hard boiled eggs and an apple. 6:32
Go back to sleep. Now.

No point, really.

Here is an ashtray.


Still, no point to that, either.

Spewpewpew Part Two

The strangest feeling is receiving a paycheck for two weeks worth of something that you can't really consider work.

I had to stare at it for a solid twenty minutes to really figure it out, but working at coffee is grand.

Now, there have been three new additions to the arsenal of things I always have with me.
Along with the former black lighter and 2 euro coin, I now always have with me:
A box of band-aids (usually lasts 2-3 days)
A big black notebook (will probably last 2-3 months)
and a tube of 'JB Kwik' for instant welding (probably won't last very long at all)


Now back to original spewing, and the idea of reaction.
There are three (extremely) general reactions one can have to a situation.

If I clump the entire spectrum of reaction into three categories that can define a circumstance, I have negative, neutral, and positive.
Negative is of course the least beneficial, although negative is a relative term to whoever is reacting to a given circumstance. A negative reaction turns a circumstance or set of given actions into an actual problem. The way I see it, any event can be molded into a problem or not based on the way it is reacted to. Negative reactions instantly turn it into a problem.

A neutral reaction, or no reaction at all, and that just leaves the outcome to all others involved. It can go either way.

A positive reaction generally strips the circumstance of becoming a problem. That's the hard part though, turning any given problem into a positive things. Shit can hit the fan and it's not quite as simple as controlling the way you feel about things, I suppose.

I don't really know where I'm going with this episode of finger to button induced diarrhea, but I suppose I'm trying to say that nothing is a problem until one (I) turns it into such.
Like I said, it's all finger to button induced diarrhea, but that's ok.

Reorganization

Reorganizing one's desk and one's habits seem to be very similar.
At first it seems like everything is comfortable exactly where it is, but for whatever reason you move shit around.
It's pretty fucking uncomfortable at first and you can't find where you left that damn pen, or friend, or whatever thing you may have misplaced.

Then you start to remember where you left things, and why they are where they are.


Loosely related; this is my desk.