Schrodinger's Pandora Box

So you'd prefer this? I can accept that. I'm not trying to push you into anything. I'm sorry if it felt that way. I prefer to deal with things head-on, but admittedly, that has worked out poorly in the past, so I defer to your judgment here.

I'm not without moral qualms. The problem is I believe in the truth and when it smacks me in the face I don't struggle against it. No matter how much I fight it won't change the truth anyway so I don't bother fighting it.

But truth isn't action. I want to be offended that you think I lack self control but I'm not because I don't know if I do. If we go with historical precedent neither of us have self-control. So you're being wise. I'm being headstrong. At least we're not fighting. That feels like progress.

So what now?

You could tell me about your day? I am going to try to work out in the morning but that's going to depend on how ill I feel. I've been creating my grocery list for next week. I'm going to transition into vegetarianism over the summer so it's a process. I don't eat meat often anyway but it requires a level of planning so I don't starve because I'm absent-minded and often forget to eat. I'm planning a field outting to watch birds but it has to be early morning or in a shaded place since the sun gives me hives. Sunscreen helps but when I was in the Caribbean I ended up with welts from my hips to my neck from the sun. It was worth it- I smuggled shells into the country under my boobs. I actually did do that. I cannot be held responsible around neat things. I will be like a Rook and place them beneath my teets and squirrel them away in my nest or give them to people who are kind to me.

I don't know if I'm allowed to be goofy here right now because I feel like it's being seen as detachment or total flipness and that isn't the case. I'm just weird.

Anyway. What do you do when you get a moment to yourself? Do you still play? Sing? Draw? Hopefully not deer strippers anymore. Was she a stripper? I can't remember.