For whatever the reason, this past week at work was especially busy for me. At this time of the year, this sort of chaos would be unexpected. I can't explain it and I don't try to, but I am again of the mindset that maybe things will slow down next week. I'm being optimistic. Things have to slow down eventually. Next week is considered to be the unofficial last full work week of the year, so I remain hopeful. Come the week of 12/22, most of the office will be on vacation until a few days into January and things will effectively come to a slow, but gradual halt. I figure that I have five more days before the storm ceases and I can breathe a lot better going into the finals days before Christmas.
I've wanted to write prior to today, but I found myself way too tired to do so. Writing is relaxing. It allows me to decompress. While I do a lot of writing for work, writing here is an entirely different kind of writing and I look forward to doing it, so long as i have the strength to actually get on this keyboard and jot down some thoughts and do so in a coherent fashion. Sometimes the fatigue is such that I struggle to organize my thoughts and I don't have the confidence to do a quality entry. When I don't feel that I can crank out a quality entry, I will not even attempt it. If it's not quality, I'm not going to do it. I won't even bother.
I still loathe going out in public this time of year. I hate crowds and there was an overabundance of crowds out there in the community today. I knew this going in obviously, but I still had to go out and run errands as I do most weekends. I hate lines. There were lines today. I hate people who think that it's a good idea to speed through parking lots. There were morons out there were driving way the hell too fast in those parking lots, as though they were the only ones in those parking lots. Why can't those sorry mother fuckers show some measure of intelligence and respect and slow the fuck down? They're going to hit somebody and then play stupid when it happens. As I said in a previous post, I can't wait until the holiday season is over and life can return to some state of normalcy. The crowds will disappear. The lines will go down. They will be fewer dumbasses speeding through parking lots. I can once again return to shopping in peace. These are the small things in life to which I look forward. The countdown has since begun.
I am nowhere near as organized as I have been in previous years when it comes to planning my gift purchases for this holiday season. I still a bunch of gifts to buy, though even as I write this, I have no idea how many more gifts I need to buy. I should probably get a list going. I tell myself that I'll do just that, but I just don't feel like it. I can't even say with any measure that I will. I should though. I probably don't want to leave anyone left out. It's not that I have a conscience or anything. I just don't want to tell someone that I didn't get them anything because I forgot, even though it would probably be true for a select few. Admitting you forgot something isn't good. It just isn't. If something matters enough to you, you'll remember it or you'll take steps and measures to ensure that you don't forget. At the very least, write it down. That's what I'd do. Well, that's what I should to. Can't say that I will. Apparently, that whole holiday spirit thing continues to elude me.
I'm still playing Battlefield 6. I haven't playing much of anything else. I could. i just don't. I think a lot of it has to do with the reality that I'm too lazy to get up, go over to the PS5, and change game discs. Many of the games I own are physical game discs and not digital. This means that many of the games I own, in order for them to be played and enjoyed, would need to be physically put inside the console. It would appear that I can't be bothered to get up and change games. Battlefield 6 is currently in the PS5. It's going to stay there for the immediate future. I'm too lazy to get up.
There were some cheddar cheese sticks in the refrigerator that expired at the end of the November. That'd be about two weeks ago, but that didn't stop me from eating one and hoping that it tasted well enough to where it would motivate me to eat the remaining four sticks by the end of the coming week. I was wrong. That cheese stick, while mostly edible, did not taste good. I shouldn't play games when it comes to dairy products that may not be safe or healthy for post-expiration consumption. I'm not lactose-intolerant. I'm just not fond of battling diarrhea that could have been completely avoided had I not eaten clearly expired cheese. As of this writing, I am well and my stomach does not hurt. I don't feel those bubble guts brewing. I think I'm going to be all right. I'm confident. I just don't want to have one of "those" accidents tonight while I'm trying to sleep. I like cheese too.
Speaking of using things that have clearly expired, sometimes I use expired condoms when I masturbate. I hate to waste things and that apparently includes seemingly visibly structurally intact condoms. I figure that when I'm engaging in sexual relations with myself, is there really anyone who stands to be harmed should an expired condom break? As far as I can remember, I don't think I've ever ripped or shredded an expired condom when I've been wrestling with the bald-headed champion. Having said that, I see nothing wrong with putting an expired condom through its paces. If anything, shooting my load into said condom is so much easier to clean. Not that my aim is bad, though whenever I finish into a towel, Kleenex, or even my hand, I always run the risk of making a potential mess when fluids don't always land on/in their intended receptacle. It's not that I'm ever gushing gallons of baby batter when I'm finishing, but sometimes, in the heat of self-passion, I might lose control and get some on the floor, my chest, or sometimes even on the cat as she's walking by wondering what the hell it is I'm doing with my underwear clearly around my waist and my member in hand. When I'm wearing a condom while masturbating, I never make a mess, a potential crisis is always averted, and the cat doesn't look like she walking around like someone sneezed on her again. Expired condoms are indeed a good time.
My eyes are dying out, which is my sign that maybe I should stop writing and put some of those thick and expensive eye drops in. I get dry eyes all the time and usually, it's a sign of fatigue or that I've been masturbating way too often or much too vigorously.
I hope to write again as soon as tomorrow, though I make no guarantees.
But this will do for now, so I'll drop the keyboard right here.
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