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This is a way of making myself write something coherent and grammatically correct almost every day. I'm opinionated and need an outlet. I'm also prone to flights of fancy. Thanks for stopping by. |
| I've always believed that a really clean house is the sign of a woman without an interesting life. Although, I admit I always feel bad when unexpected company comes, and I haven't dusted, or gone through the mail. I have always had a hard time believing that people can get bored, outside of the classroom or the boardroom, or some place where they are captive, like a really bad movie. There are always things to do, whether you're alone or with others. I was never bored as a kid and I'm not now. I finally heard someone say, in reference to someone else, "He was comfortable with his own company." I guess that's part of it. I'm comfortable with my own company and can find many things to occupy my mind. I have known people who are always bored. I think they really have some other problem, not boredom, some inner unrest. Intelligent people can find ways to entertain themselves or their friends or kids. Children who are allowed to play and explore don't get bored either. I tried some low sodium, low sugar peanut butter. I want to be healthier. Yech!!! Wood putty would have tasted equally well. I looked desperately for jelly or jam, but there was none in the house. I ended up putting fresh blueberries on it, just to be able to consume it. Turns out, I like the sodium and sugar in peanut butter. Who knew they were such necessary ingredients? I made a really big mistake at work. It's going to cost money, and I'm nervous about what will happen. I fixed it so the correct project meets the deadline, but the wrong project is going to have a bill. I'm having trouble focusing on any thing else. I dread the chewing out that's coming. And it was a really careless mistake. I picked up the wrong package to send to the printer. Well, I guess it could lead to a job hunting opportunity. Or maybe just a very uncomfortable period of time and a reprimand in my file. They never let you forget those. |
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