Seriously, I just did my laundry, and when I merged the pile of clean shirts on top of the existing pile of t-shirts, they simply collapsed like a tower of Jenga. Admittedly, I’m sitting down and forcing myself to write some stuff, but I do have a lot on my mind these days that I don’t think it’s purely for naught.
So there’s a situation that involves some nighttime vandals, and I have to wonder if there is anything that can be done about it? It’s not my property per-se, but it’s still annoying to think of some idiots smashing mailboxes, and getting away with it, simply because it’s done likely in the nighttime hours that nobody notices. Calling the cops can only accomplish very little, other than meek promises to patrol more often, and the postal service has zero sympathy for the situation at hand, and completely disallows movement of any mailbox regardless of the circumstances. Other than radical vigilantism, or expensive surveillance equipment, there’s nothing saying it won’t happen again when the mailbox is predictably replaced. This kind of helplessness and inability to solve in a conventional manner is distressing.
I’m not currently working again, although that is subject to change fairly quickly sometimes, sometimes it isn’t. But it’s a weird thing when I’m not working, I have all this supposed freedom to do shit around the house, but I find myself unable to really accomplish anything substantial while not at work. I take my time with my morning jogging and exercises, I’m leisurely to shower, and maybe do one or two meaningful tasks throughout the day, but for the most part, I sit around at my computer and look at stuff, and glance at job opportunities for a good part, and before I know it, it’s right around 5:00 p.m.
But today, I left the house, and I cashed in a combination of coupons and reward monies, and snagged myself a copy of Chuck Palahniuk’s new book, Tell All, for the mere cost of $1.87. Not bad for a first edition hardback.
Speaking books, since I knew that I was not going to be working today, I indulged myself and stayed up as long as necessary to finish a book. It was refreshing to actually have a book worth sacrificing some sleep over, and that is what I had with Alex Berenson’s The Faithful Spy. I picked it up from a discount rack months ago, and quite literally read it from cover to cover in the span of four days. I feared that my mind and attention was going stagnant, because it took me literally three months to read through John Farris’s High Bloods, but in actuality, the book stunk, and it could never keep me gripped the way The Faithful Spy did.
As a whole, I guess I can sort of say that the state of life is getting a little better. Certainly better than it was just a week or two ago, but it still feels like an uphill battle, but it’s not as strenuous as it was previously. Either way, I think if I can sort things out and stabilize a little bit on the financial side, I’m definitely feeling due for some sort of escape. Maybe I’ll attempt to go to Pittsburgh for day in two weeks.
