not a productive day.
May. 3rd, 2005 09:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I came home from work, which was a waste of time, and spent a while at the supper table with Dave, although he just had a sandwich and I ate some baguette with tzatziki. (I love tzatziki in an immoderate but not carnal fashion.)
I then read some livejournal and was considering a resumption of writing work when Dave came and got into my bed. This was distracting. He stole all the blankets and fell asleep, which was annoying, with his hand on my bum, which was severely distracting. edited to add: i mean, in a good way, but still. it wouldn't be me if I didn't complain.
So in the end I really didn't get anything done last night, because in my distraction all I was really up to was reading old posts by people I've recently friended. Which is fun, but sort of feels creepy. I mean, it's a public journal. But they're old entries. But... whatever. I am secure in the knowledge that my own old entries are protected more thoroughly than by any friendslock, through the simple defense mechanism of being... unimaginably boring. Although (and this used to happen more often) I do sometimes get anonymous readers leaving me a comment or sending me an email out of the blue containing phrases like 'long time reader, first time poster' which sort of unnerve me and leave me thoroughly confused. Had some random fellow from another continent inform me he'd been reading my journal for years and found it 'addictive'. Years? Why?!
[smug] It's because I'm such a fascinating person.[/smug]
Sure. Right. I never know what to say to those people, though. it's like the people who say, "Your hair's so long!" Erm, what do I answer? It's not like they said, "Oh your hair's lovely!" (although I don't know what to say to those people except 'thanks' either.) They just observed that it's long. So all I can do is say, "Yes." And I sound like a knob. "I've been reading your journal for a long time!" "Um, ok."
No, I don't know how to take a compliment, and yes, that does make me a graceless boob. But I am utterly stumped when somebody says to me, "You're so funny!" when, er, I wasn't trying to be funny.
Man, that all comes across like me trying to point out that people compliment me often. They don't. If they did, I'd like to think I'd know what to do. But I showed up to work yesterday a total mess, with my shirt half-unbuttoned and my hair loose because I'd sort of thought I was about to miss the bus, and no less than three people were like, "Wow, your hair's long." One of them, more disturbingly, finished with "Give it to me!!"
All of which is a roundabout way of me saying, at the moment, that I'm getting absolutely nothing done today and I wish it were warm and sunny out so at least I could get nothing done outside.
I then read some livejournal and was considering a resumption of writing work when Dave came and got into my bed. This was distracting. He stole all the blankets and fell asleep, which was annoying, with his hand on my bum, which was severely distracting. edited to add: i mean, in a good way, but still. it wouldn't be me if I didn't complain.
So in the end I really didn't get anything done last night, because in my distraction all I was really up to was reading old posts by people I've recently friended. Which is fun, but sort of feels creepy. I mean, it's a public journal. But they're old entries. But... whatever. I am secure in the knowledge that my own old entries are protected more thoroughly than by any friendslock, through the simple defense mechanism of being... unimaginably boring. Although (and this used to happen more often) I do sometimes get anonymous readers leaving me a comment or sending me an email out of the blue containing phrases like 'long time reader, first time poster' which sort of unnerve me and leave me thoroughly confused. Had some random fellow from another continent inform me he'd been reading my journal for years and found it 'addictive'. Years? Why?!
[smug] It's because I'm such a fascinating person.[/smug]
Sure. Right. I never know what to say to those people, though. it's like the people who say, "Your hair's so long!" Erm, what do I answer? It's not like they said, "Oh your hair's lovely!" (although I don't know what to say to those people except 'thanks' either.) They just observed that it's long. So all I can do is say, "Yes." And I sound like a knob. "I've been reading your journal for a long time!" "Um, ok."
No, I don't know how to take a compliment, and yes, that does make me a graceless boob. But I am utterly stumped when somebody says to me, "You're so funny!" when, er, I wasn't trying to be funny.
Man, that all comes across like me trying to point out that people compliment me often. They don't. If they did, I'd like to think I'd know what to do. But I showed up to work yesterday a total mess, with my shirt half-unbuttoned and my hair loose because I'd sort of thought I was about to miss the bus, and no less than three people were like, "Wow, your hair's long." One of them, more disturbingly, finished with "Give it to me!!"
All of which is a roundabout way of me saying, at the moment, that I'm getting absolutely nothing done today and I wish it were warm and sunny out so at least I could get nothing done outside.
