tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-04-18:92096Half of what I say is meaninglessfarwingfarwing2011-07-13T17:53:03Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2009-04-18:92096:101680farwing @ 2011-07-13T13:12:002011-07-13T17:53:03Z2011-07-13T17:53:03Zpublic01) Last night when I came home from tai chi I had two freezer-burned waffles for dinner and then I turned on the AC in my room and folded all the socks. It had been perhaps a year since I had actually folded my socks all at once and so a great many of them languished in misery, separated from their mates. So...two hours of meditative sock folding. (It freed up a large laundry baskets and ensured that the actual sock basket was put in it's proper place. That's sort of like cleaning my room, right? Baby steps.)<br /><br />I also found the missing fan and placed it on top of the cabinet above the oven. Air flow! Yay!<br /><br /><br />2) I have seen the light, and now truly realize that men's pants are far superior to women's. They have real, functional pockets instead of theoretical, useless pockets! I am wearing a pair of men's Wrangler cargo pants and let me tell you--there are a lot of pockets!!! So many pockets that I tend to misplace things, but that's because I am a flake cadet. <br /><br />Where are my keys? <br />Where is my really rather dim phone?<br />Where is my little black notebook? <br />Where is my spoon? <br />Where is my Box Killer? <br /><br />Wearing cargo pants is a bit like being surrounded by a purse, actually. So it makes sense that I can't find things.<br /><br />3) Lunch today: olive bread torn off in chunks, roasted nut trail mix thingy (which I am eating at the reception desk*), a small bit of maple cotton candy. Maple cotton candy is awesome, you guys. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*I hates sitting at the reception desk. Hates it.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=farwing&ditemid=101680" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments