Chey’s Lounge

You know what they say, early bird gets the worm. I was up too early today. I didn’t get anything done. You know what they say, closed mouths don’t get fed. My mouth is partially open. I’m not getting fed. My hands are dry, yet I’m hardly moisturizing. I need a nap, but I want to stay awake. I don’t have to. That’s not good. It’s so hard to know things. It’s so hard when you aren’t sure if you know things. It’s somehow hardest when you realize you were right. And it makes you trust your gut more, but you just don’t want to. 

I started saving Snapchat memories and then deleting them from there so I know what I saved. I am a little sad about it, but I’m not trying to pay for an app I hardly use when I’ve had it for free for 10+ years. I’m not sure why I want to hold onto those memories. Memories can always be… adjusted. Even before Photoshop, they’ve had their ways to paint a different picture, manipulate the photograph, remove or replace any person or thing. I need to put away the Christmas stuff. I need to clean. I need to read more. I just haven’t been able to get into a book again since the last one about the submarine. I’m afraid of the state of the job market. No one is safe, nothing is 100% stable. All you can do is react accordingly. No one is perfect. Are people really ambidextrous? I’m suspicious. I think it’s just lefties in disguise or righties with weird parents/adults in their lives. I’ve never gotten a professional massage. I have gotten some acupuncture. Why is greed part of human nature? Oh to be a human and included. Oh to be excluded. Oh to be. Oh.