Did you know that if you don’t chew a Pringle thoroughly enough and thereby accidentally swallow a chip shard which promptly becomes lodged in your trachea instead of your esophagus, but you’re too proud to admit that you’ve encountered a misfortune as a result of your gluttonous haste so you try to pass it off like nothing has happened and stubbornly try to swallow the bit of food which is in the next physiological system over– your body will override your brain and will force that sour-cream-and-onion flavored sucker out of your windpipe so fast and so hard that in the span of 1.5 seconds, you will:
- Have a brief chest spasm
- Lurch forward
- and cough, just once, but violently enough that the chip will SHOOT out of your mouth with a trajectory like you wouldn’t believe. You could take out someone’s eye with this sort of thing.
Did you know that? I didn’t know that. I do now, but I sure as hell didn’t know twenty minutes ago.
I’m finding life rather difficult to endure without a computer. Not necessarily Internet, though a computer without Internet, regardless of the speed, is, to me, something like a car without wheels, or a kitten without whiskers. What’s the point of only having one half of the essential goodness? But if I had to have a choice, I’d still take the Internet-less computer over the no-computer-at-all scenario, simply because, no computer = no writing. And those who know me, know I can’t go more than two days without being able to write, unless those two days are spent in their entirety, sleeping. But even then, I suspect I’d reach for my laptop while still asleep and just type out nonsense. Sleep-writing, if you will. I’m *that* addicted.
I guess my comprehension of time is just skewed. As I idiotically believed six months ago that signing a one-year lease was nothing major, SURELY I could live somewhere for a whole year without getting antsy!– so I idiotically believed that "eight days to two weeks" without my comptuer would be more than bearable. I’m either delusional or… well… really, really delusional. Then again, there was no other way of getting Kipper fixed. And in the state he was in, I pretty much had no computer.
Still. A life without being able to type out my thoughts and happenings at 80 wpm, a life without kottke.org and Gmail, a life without live streaming of 91X– not really my kind of life. Which isn’t to say I couldn’t, for instance, travel without my computer. I could. I just prefer not to. (Which isn’t to say I travel just so I can bury my nose in my keyboard the entire time– but every once in a while, when I need to write or read up on current news events, it’s nice to be able to pull out the laptop and catch up on the daily grind.)
Speaking of traveling: summer approaches, and summer, for me, is equivalent to plane rides and car drives and packed bags and yummy food. The last week or two, I’ve been craving a trip back to California, to San Diego or Camarillo or San Luis Obispo or San Francisco– and also, I’ve been craving theme parks; namely, Disneyland.
Today, it crossed my mind that I could kill two birds with one stone and just go to the California Adventure theme park. But then, I’ve heard that place is pretty craptacular.
So yeah. I might be taking a trip out to San Francisco one of these Saturdays, if I can ever stop being a complete wimp and force myself to give up a whole Saturday with The Guy. Understand that I don’t see a lot of him during the workweek, so weekends are like gold for this relationship, Saturdays being the crown jewel. Thus, I don’t part well with my Saturdays.
[Ed: one-and-a-half hours span this interval, thanks to a phone call.]
Work: long days. Ten hours yesterday, twelve hours today, ten hours tomorrow… long days, but after six weeks, still not one "bad" day. Hard days, sure, but not bad. A good sign, I think.
Kind of excited because I’m not going in until 7:30 tomorrow morning– meaning I can go to sleep at midnight (two hours from now!) and still get six hours of sleep. Faboo!