Things that I have done recently instead of writing blogs
for you to read:
- Worn a lady’s denim jacket (it fit surprisingly well)
- Gone on a small town Downtown beer-tasting beer-crawl.
- Worked on the design of my personal shipping container
home (I’m making progress!)
- Reading Mary Roach’s “Packing for Mars”
- Secretly – and in the middle of the night and in the dark
and in my bed with the sheet pulled over my head – started doing research on what
exactly it would take to hike the Trans-Catalina Trail
- Working
- Fantasizing about quitting my job
- Fantasizing about quitting my job
- Very carefully planning and budgeting for how to live in a
world where I have quit my job
- Watching a lot of Hulu
- Attending an unsanctioned class reunion
- Carefully tracking how incredibly fucking boring my life
is in my “lifestayle journal”/”Unicorn Dream Diary”
- Learning how to work an iPhone (it is much harder than you
would think!)
- Hiking the Hollywood Sign
- Trying to write (but actually just spending depressingly
long periods of time sitting in front of my laptop without writing anything)
- Crying in the shower in the mornings
- Sleeping in a sleeping bag on my bed rather than sleeping
in the bed itself (Later, when someone asks, this would be a pretty good
example to point to in regard to when exactly my behavior started becoming “erratic”.)
- Trying to be ruthlessly frank and honest with myself – and
really doing some serious soul-searching, including but not limited to
self-doubt and not a small amount of self-loathing – about whether or not I
really can get my base pack weight down to less than ten pounds and twenty
liters.
- Trying to figure out how Twitter works (it is much harder
than you would think!)
- Thinking about blogging*
- Cleaning up cat shit
*While none of these things are necessarily superior to
blogging, some of them verge on the having of an actual life, which in and of
itself may be superior to blogging. Conversely though, the having of an actual
life might very well give me better stuff to blog about. I mean, how fucking
fascinated would you be right now if I were a writer/hobo? What strange and
bizarre and probably better blog would that be?!
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