why is it that everytime it comes around to small talk, whether with friends or strangers, there always has to be that one question... so what do you do? well, buddy, you are looking at it. i don't technically DO anything in the sense that i don't have a paying job, full-time or otherwise. i've tried to come up with casual ways of saying i don't work without getting that weird, raised eyebrow quizzical look of how the hell do you support yourself? and then comes the inevitable question of all that free time. free time?!?!
i have less free time now than when i did work all the time. for some reason, and maybe it's just me, i feel obligated to do a lot of tasks now that i never felt obligated to do when i worked all the time. it may sound weird, but i do laundry a couple days a week... never more than a load at a time. and i sweep. and wipe down counters. and organize the ridiculous mass of cables and cords that belong to every conceivable electronic device and mysteriously appear all over my house at regular intervals. i run errands and sometimes have whole days planned around that. i make plans and lists (a favorite past time) and spend a lot more time studying than i have in years. except that i don't just learn enough to get by... i actually LEARN interesting things and spend time getting to know more than is actually expected.
this is what i DO. what i don't DO could also be a pretty long list. i guess the point is... whatever you see me doing, that's what i DO, it's my choice, and i like it.
ridiculous anecdote for the day...
huey has taken to walking up and trying to poke me from various angles, and when i swing my arm to defend myself he adopts a ridiculous accent and says wax on or wax off or paint the fence... it's very trying on my nerves.
we also just discussed how you milk a coconut and i said but they don't have teats... i think it's time for bed.
