So long i don't even remember how to use the language
Sativa is shaved... she looks silly... like a lion who got half way through a bad buzz cut before she ate the groomerSo once again i am "learning". I think i finally started to recognize that my style of learning is somewhere along the lines of holding this new blanket of information at arms length, a cringe on my face, waiting on the slow track as it seeps into my pores. Never been comfortable diving with my eyes open.
Back to basics. Same mistakes, new players.
I know you're there and only to spite my own face do i bluntly ignore you.
At peace with this silence.... well, silence filled with inanimate comfort and noice; but at least im not scared of the front door anymore.
"Inside" appears to be working out. Outside, on the other hand, is still a shift in gears to high alert status. Eyes wide open, senses maxed; very tiring.
I never liked keeping things constantly clean because i always took pleasure in the contrast; joy from the act of cleaning something and seeing the change of what it was to what it became.
The other day, in a room full of 15 people, i sat among them and, as if it were any normal-day activity, we proceeded to spit into test tubes until they were about 2 finger widths full. We then spun down our spit, boiled it, and prepared it to be frozen.
I know i am on the right career path when i find this act hilarious, and (totally unrelated) the thought of chasing a locker thief down the hall with a culture of Shigella makes me want to roll around on the floor laughing....
.... just saying :D
