Saturday, December 31, 2011

What's left

I had a bunch of funny stuff to link to, but it was way easier (and sounder) to just dump it all into my Facebook feed, so... let's try to take a look back at 2011 instead.

I've done some logistical readjustments and they seem to be working out great. Took some work though.

I'm in a teeny tiny professional rut, but I think I know how to remedy that. We'll see.

I'm still single and I don't really have any prospects in that regard atm.

I remain on good terms with quite a lot of people, or at least that's the impression I'm getting.

I'm financially stable (though I've had some rocky months in autumn).

Family's doing really good - the best they've been in years, I think.

For once I'm actually looking forward to the New Year's Eve party I'm going to.

In other words: something of a mixed bag.

I'll top it off with a surprisingly dashing Dawson. I left him out of the Facebook feed dump, I don't need the abuse.

2012, here I stumble.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Joseph says

I got a bit drunk tonight while playing boardgames, and then watched too good and too touching a movie (50/50) to go to sleep straight away. So let's take stock, shall we?

Christmas is coming. I've absolutely nothing more to say about that.

I had a major health scare which turned out to be nothing at all. I want all my future health scares to follow this pattern.

I'm trying to figure out whether I should get in touch with my childhood friend via Facebook. I've been trying to figure out whether to get in touch with him since... late high school, I think. I barely remember what he looks like. I just looked him up and he doesn't seem to be an active user (doesn't even have a profile picture), so I guess I'll pass. Could be too weird.

There was a thing, and it went as well as could be expected, so that's cool.

This is turning out to be a very uninspiring blog entry, but I'm in no mood to write about the fluff, and the stuff I actually want to get off my chest I won't, because cmon that's private. Oh human condition, why you so convoluted.

50/50 is really good. Yellow Ledbetter on repeat good.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Not cool, Orphy

It seems sometimes the good dreams are worse than the bad ones.

It was so weirdly intense that after I woke up, I went into a whole new-agey "maybe dreams matter" thing, because otherwise coping could become an issue.

So weird. Hope it never happens again.