I just got a new keyboard at work and all of a sudden I have nothing to type. Hence - new blog post. It is a little loud. Okay, a lot loud, but it's easier on my fingers. Maybe I'll just have to cut my nails? This is very exciting because I just spent the last hour chatting online and by phone with a nurse to get some general (but I really wanted specific) medical information. Basically I learned nothing, but I feel safer about ruling out carpal tunnel and arthritis, although I think a crappy keyboard encourages the symptoms of both. Perhaps I should cut back on my texting as well. I feel like everyone in this century should suffer from squished wrist nerves. But I secretly still think I have arthritis, but I will just couple my new keyboard with motrin and see how that goes. I don't really want to diagnose myself with arthritis until I'm 70 or never. 'Here are stronger pain meds because getting old is painful' is all they will say.
I have 21 minutes at work left. You know what I am not good at? Doing math in my head, but it's because I won't let myself practice (unless it's how much I get off at the store). I didn't want to feel stupid 20 years ago so 20 years later I still can't do it? Don't worry, I have a different plan for my kids so that they don't have to count on their fingers when they're 50, but who are we kidding. When do you not have a calculator? I know we're all worried about efficiency. Not hurting my brain is worth the time it takes to pull out a calculator. And yes, my kids are learning mental math at age 3.
I support math, I really do. I kinda wish I did it on a daily basis. Like solve formulas? I think it would be a lot more enjoyable than data submission policy research. I didn't say that out loud. I love my job. I love supporting my expensive desires. I feel like I just keep throwing money around like it's nobody's business. I don't spend anything and then all at once BAM: deposit on a new apartment, a new lens, a new bike, a wedding dress. What's next - a new desktop? *i do* Eric wants a new bike. We have to get a bed and a couch. You make it work and it works. I'm parched. I think I'd eventually get bored of math equations as well. I can just keep switching between math equations and crafts. I think my brain will then be fulfilled.
This picture has nothing to do with this post, but go ahead and try to fit it in.
That's what we call humanities.
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