Quote of the day:(or maybe even longer...) "There is nothing less important in life than the score at half-time" My main problem with that is... how do you tell when half-time is? When does the game end?
I guess it ends when you stop playing...
On to bigger and better things... well, different things, anyway.
I've gotten a bunch of compliments on my essay in Picsworth. Being the person that I am, I have a real hard time reacting to compliments, and I can't figger that out. I really like compliments, like almost everyone else in this world. That's why I'm doing this, in a way. (The journal, I mean.) So why is it hard to hear good things said about my writing?
Or is it maybe the fact that when I receive a compliment, I am forced to interact with someone? I shouldn't have to force myself to be gracious, it should come naturally.
I guess that I'm afraid that I'll come across as arrogant, and I really don't want to do that. So, if I go with humble, that really doesn't work either, because, though I've known humility, and known it well, I'm not a humble person at all. Well, not very, and not usually. I don't really think that I'm arrogant, either, but that may not be a judgement that I can make honestly. And if I can't do it honestly... well, I guess I'll have to ask my mother, who is not me and who is very honest. Well, maybe not... she does have a bias.
So... I guess I'll never know, I'll just strive to be somewhere in the middle, and if I'm too far off the mark, someone will let me know, I'm sure...
Other things... I went to bed last night at a little past one, thinking that I would have to move Lacee... and she was in her own bed! I wonder if she and Gramma had a falling out?
I've been wanting to not have a self-portrait daily, thinking that I could get someone else to pose for me, but nobody visits me any more down here in the cold, dark basement. I need to make more of an effort, I guess. In the meantime, I'm stuck with myself for a subject.
Actually, that sounds either vain or arrogant. As is/does a daily self-portrait. As is a web page. And especially as is a daily web journal. O'well, what can I say.
Well, it's after 14:00 now, I've frittered away a bunch of time... but since I've been enjoying it, I guess I haven't frittered it away, huh? So anyway, now I'm gonna try to get some sleep before going to work tonight.
More BS tomorrow, as usual.