In words of one syllable: and, get set, go.

[flexagon]

Ah, jobs and stuff. Things have not been so good at work, things have not been so fun at the gym, I am the tired. I will not get good at gym things if I do not do them each day, and I can not do them each day... great, I will just suck some more, and I will write gross code that fits all the dumb rules.

And, you vex me, my bank. I do not need a more safe way to get on your page. It was quite safe. It is now too safe. It may be safe from ME by now.

I'll sleep now, then talk to Flea ere work, when the sun is back up. "Flea", I will say, "thank you but do not send so much snail mail, it kills all the trees." "Flea, why do you not take my cash on the same day each month?" " Flea, what should I do now with the plan to save cash up when I am old?" "Flea, why are you so damn far from my house? If I get rich will you make house calls?" I think it is nice to have a flea, but it is bad to have to take the train way out to see it. If you get a flea of your own, find a close one. Or at least learn to knit so that you can knit on the train.

There's not a good word for the way I feel, though I have felt it quite a lot. It feels like, ugh, just go, do the next thing, so that one day when things are back to good that thing will have been done. Putt putt putt. I still feel tres bad that I killed a plant last week, yes, at least one of you knows the one. It froze to death. I may have teared up a bit. :_( Last year I brought it in and put lights on it... this year I cut it up and put it in a lawn bag, and fed some of its dirt to plant 2. It feels like a sign... a bad one. One less thing to take care of. Life cuts its own self back to what can be done, which is good in a way, but damn harsh for the plant and things like it.

I am glad my cat is loud and tells me when she needs me. You be that way too, 'kay?

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[belacane.livejournal.com]

It feels like, ugh, just go, do the next thing, so that one day when things are back to good that thing will have been done. Putt putt putt.

that is exactly what I tell myself constantly.... or else I'd just sputter to a stop.

I guess there's no point in resisting and being anxious and complaining. Just gotta keep going, and in the end it'll be worth it.

[flexagon]

Yeah, I just think to myself that by keeping going, I'm keeping things from piling up and getting WORSE. I mean, when the clouds lift, do I want to use my newly refound energy to shovel a bunch of crap? No. It's basically always better to have preshovelled the crap, no matter what happens in the future.

That said, of course sometimes I just collapse on the couch for a while. :-/

[belacane.livejournal.com]

...and i'll be watching buffy!

[a-kosmos.livejournal.com]

I'm currently working on not letting the three roses die that I was supposed to have planted in October. They are currently living in my studio.... I let them out for a few hours to get some sun.

I suspect that their chances for survival are fairly marginal.

[apfelsingail.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a week... :-(

Don't worry too much about that plant- it had an extra year and a half of life because of you! :-)

[apfelsingail.livejournal.com]

And who is Flea? The investment company we were talking about recently, by any chance?

[flexagon]

Flea is my financial advisor -- I don't let him mess with my personal budgeting, aside from double-checking with him that I'm saving enough, but he's great for "What mix of funds should I have in my 401(k), based on Zillian offering these 20 specific ones? Great. Go rebalance my IRA, won't you? Good flea."

Besides keeping an eye on retirement funds, he also takes a chunk from my checking account each month and applies them to my mid-term savings.

I like him because he gets my $ philosophy and does the boring stuff for me, and he likes me because he doesn't worry much about me. :)