Medicine Patches and Steak-meat.

I think its pretty funny the amount of medical application I have on me at the moment.
A nicotine patch, an icy hot patch on my busted leg, a saline soak for my dermal piercing, dressed certain wounds with their respective healing solvents, I feel like a walking add for all sorts of medical companies.

The better part of my day though, is the canned meal I just ate.

I bought a can of food simply labeled as "steak and potatoes."
Sure enough, I opened the can and was greeted with a godly amount of aforementioned nourishment. To my surprise, however, there were fucking mushrooms in there too.

I love mushrooms.
Hell yeah.
I ate it, and am now incredibly satisfied.

Back to nursing my respective wounds, and back to my continued irritation due to not smoking. Day 5, woo!

Excuse the nonsense.

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.

Letter to a business man

Dear Anonymous Business man,
Thank you. Thank you for taking twenty minutes in the bathroom this morning. As you come out with an open laptop, open briefcase, on your cellphone, and drinking a cup of coffee, I realize that the bathroom had briefly become your workstation. I commend you for being able to juggle all of those activities at once, keeping me waiting for 20 minutes, and still being unable to wash your hands; forcing me to open the inside door handle with a paper towel to avoid germ transfer.
Despite all of the aforementioned facts, god bless you, anonymous business man. In the twenty minutes that you were in the restroom, you managed to avoid doing three things that have become vital to my bathroom experience, post somebody's shit.
You managed to not stink up the place. Thank you for not eating disgusting food that I had to smell. That is fairly minor, but still. Thank you. It makes my restroom experience slightly more bearable after your fact.
You also managed to accomplish the amazing feat of warming up the toilet seat, and staying in the bathroom for just enough time to let it cool to a nice room temperature. I was not disgusted by your ass-warmth left on the seat, yet I was not cold upon planting myself down. Thank you. I appreciate this one the most out of all of the post-shit checklist.
Last, but definitely not least, for fucks sake, thank you for not pissing on the seat and leaving it to me to wipe up. Thank you.
Despite the 20 minute workstation atrocity you committed this morning in lieu of myself having to use the restroom, for those 3 things you did (or avoided doing, I suppose,) thank you. God bless you, lukewarm piss free seat leaving business man, god bless you!