bronchial elasticity
Sep. 25th, 2004 03:28 pmahh, flist. many things on my flist made me happy today. such as -
-![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
holdenrevisited's tales of people saying stupid things at the big e
-the prospect of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
valley_slash apple picking (yay wildgreentide!)
-annelarissa posting!
-srik's new job.
-coloredvision had a dream i was (almost) in.
my asthma makes me sad. i feel like it's been worse in the past year or so than it had been for a long time. i was really happy with the idea that i had grown out of it but i don't think i can say that any more. shortness of breath is not a singer's friend. or a stair-climber's. or anyone's who, you know, walks around and stuff. i'm taking my inhaler a lot and i hate it. meh.
also, the skin under my left eye is mutating. i don't know what's going on but it's nasty. rachael insists that i am overreacting. i don't think so. i think i'm turning into a frog-woman.
we went to ikea last night with J. ooooohhhh, ikea! need i say more?
today's this american life theme was 'put your heart in it.' from the opening story and the theme - not being able to put your heart into whatever work you're doing, not with any sense of dignity anyway - the show seemed so up my alley right now that i practically ran into the house from the car so as not to miss any (not really, because the asthma would have killed me dead, you see). but it was rather disappointing. the farmer part was depressing. the politician part was boring. and the crying on the airplane part was entertaining but off-topic. alas. i want someone else to tackle this topic in a tal fashion for me. essays on crap jobs and why you do them and how it can be good or bad. and 'crap job' is clearly a subjective term. your dream job might be my crap job and vice versa. i think this sort of thing is fascinating - and not only because of my own experience with it. the whole obsession with being the best you can be at whatever you're doing... where did that come from? who really cares if you're the best scented candle sample box packer? (ahem. as a random example.) i don't. i really don't. except that i kind of do.
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holdenrevisited's tales of people saying stupid things at the big e-the prospect of
valley_slash apple picking (yay wildgreentide!)-
annelarissa posting!-
srik's new job.-
coloredvision had a dream i was (almost) in.my asthma makes me sad. i feel like it's been worse in the past year or so than it had been for a long time. i was really happy with the idea that i had grown out of it but i don't think i can say that any more. shortness of breath is not a singer's friend. or a stair-climber's. or anyone's who, you know, walks around and stuff. i'm taking my inhaler a lot and i hate it. meh.
also, the skin under my left eye is mutating. i don't know what's going on but it's nasty. rachael insists that i am overreacting. i don't think so. i think i'm turning into a frog-woman.
we went to ikea last night with J. ooooohhhh, ikea! need i say more?
today's this american life theme was 'put your heart in it.' from the opening story and the theme - not being able to put your heart into whatever work you're doing, not with any sense of dignity anyway - the show seemed so up my alley right now that i practically ran into the house from the car so as not to miss any (not really, because the asthma would have killed me dead, you see). but it was rather disappointing. the farmer part was depressing. the politician part was boring. and the crying on the airplane part was entertaining but off-topic. alas. i want someone else to tackle this topic in a tal fashion for me. essays on crap jobs and why you do them and how it can be good or bad. and 'crap job' is clearly a subjective term. your dream job might be my crap job and vice versa. i think this sort of thing is fascinating - and not only because of my own experience with it. the whole obsession with being the best you can be at whatever you're doing... where did that come from? who really cares if you're the best scented candle sample box packer? (ahem. as a random example.) i don't. i really don't. except that i kind of do.
