sick

I have a cold, and am on my second day home sick from work. I feel a bit better today, and went for a walk to the Coles. It is cool and sunshiny, and I am really out of it. It must be the medication. I walked without feeling it, protected from the world by hoodie and sunglasses. A girl, a woman, came hurtling ’round the corner right into me, rebounded apologising profusely… I didn’t even look at her, feel I didn’t notice it had even happened until a few seconds later. I am blunted, vague and empty.

I bought some white bread because it will comfort me when I eat it with cheese. I’ll do that now.

It’s my birthday tomorrow.

at work

o hallo. I haven’t updated for several months. I guess there are a bunch of reasons.

  • I’ve been keeping a pretty vigilant paper journal.
  • I can’t really write about my work on the internet. I’m reasonably sure it would break some rule in my code of ethics.
  • I feel similarly awkward about writing about my friends on the internet, and I spend so much time with them.. I mean, when I’m not at work I’m doing some social thing. If I write neither about my work nor my friends, there ain’t much left.
  • There are a few people who read this whom I would really prefer didn’t. I don’t know quite what I can do about that except not write.

It makes me a bit regretful, a bit sad, because I recently ordered another copy of the published version of this dazelie and reading over it delights me so. but whatevs. I am writing today because I forgot to bring my journal to work, and I just found a quote I would really like to note down:

…stretching the truth so far that it curved nearly into the shape of a lie.

and another, from a blog article:

I’ve found that I can learn simply by trying to understand why someone disagrees with me. By that, I mean what reasoning they use to reach their conclusions.

Being wrong feels just like being right.