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It's gorgeous outside. A balmy 32F, right on the edge of freezing,…

How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

run the fuck away

Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

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run the fuck away
It's gorgeous outside. A balmy 32F, right on the edge of freezing, but warm enough that there's humidity in the air and you can smell the water. The sky is this flat expanse of grey, neither heavy nor light, just vast, and the grey is so strong that it leaches the color out of everything else.

It looks like some of my photos after retouching.

I don't like stressing. And I firmly believe stress is the gift you give yourself. And I'm under stress. I should stop. It's all work related. I find myself thikning about work when I'm home now, when I'm trying to sleep, hell, a few times recently it's even tried to enter my mind during sex. Suffice it to say, I can push it away. I did last night, and slept beautifully. But goddamn, this is too much.

So I've decided to stop. Poof, it's that easy. When I stepped outside and was greeted by the beautiful weather, it went a long way to relaxing me, and I'm going to keep that feeling. I will not let myself be stressed.

Meanwhile, I've got an idea for a database I want to implement. Essentially, an association of names and adjectives, so that based on the number of common adjectives, you can link people together in a network, weight the lines and set distances.
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