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brightbluegirlVegan Banana Pancakes made with love by a boy who loves me SO MUCH that he got up 1/2 hour early to make them for me for breakfast...
Are extremely tasty and filling.
I am so in love.
I'm working at the downtown office today. Normally I find it hard to work here, but so far I'm getting a lot down. It's easy to be productive when I have a deadline. Even more so when I'm familiar with the topic I'm testplanning, since it's somewhat associated with what I've been working on previously.
I don't want to work TOO quickly though. After all, I have to work 16 more extra hours this weekend to make up for all our spending. (the computer, our anniversary dinner, and Telus and their weirdness, which I have GIVEN UP ON, and just decided to pay)
Is that bad, that I'm trying to be productive, but not TOO productive?
Ah well.
Rupert got voted off Survivor last night. (Andrew and I watched it while I was working out - I worked out, he sprawled on the floor) I saw it coming a mile away, and I grieved for him the entire show.
At the end of the show, they show a little clip from the just voted out Survivor. Rupert said that he NEEDED this, because he's always been that fat kid who didn't belong, and he just wanted to belong, to prove that didn't exist any more.
I woke up at 4:30am again, and had trouble falling asleep. It occurred to me, while trying to sleep, that poor Rupert hasn't gotten past the "wanting to belong to the big group" stage, when there's so much more out there.
I mean, who wants to belong to a group of people who are busy backstabbing each other and lying to each other to get ahead? (for example), or to belong to a group of people concentrating on appearance, or on conservative values, or on whatever.
I just feel bad that he hasn't been able to see that any group he creates himself, or that he seeks out to have the values he appreciates, is going to make him feel that much better about himself, that much more loved, that much more like he belongs to the group for himself - not for what they want from him.
Well, back to the grind, I guess.
Are extremely tasty and filling.
I am so in love.
I'm working at the downtown office today. Normally I find it hard to work here, but so far I'm getting a lot down. It's easy to be productive when I have a deadline. Even more so when I'm familiar with the topic I'm testplanning, since it's somewhat associated with what I've been working on previously.
I don't want to work TOO quickly though. After all, I have to work 16 more extra hours this weekend to make up for all our spending. (the computer, our anniversary dinner, and Telus and their weirdness, which I have GIVEN UP ON, and just decided to pay)
Is that bad, that I'm trying to be productive, but not TOO productive?
Ah well.
Rupert got voted off Survivor last night. (Andrew and I watched it while I was working out - I worked out, he sprawled on the floor) I saw it coming a mile away, and I grieved for him the entire show.
At the end of the show, they show a little clip from the just voted out Survivor. Rupert said that he NEEDED this, because he's always been that fat kid who didn't belong, and he just wanted to belong, to prove that didn't exist any more.
I woke up at 4:30am again, and had trouble falling asleep. It occurred to me, while trying to sleep, that poor Rupert hasn't gotten past the "wanting to belong to the big group" stage, when there's so much more out there.
I mean, who wants to belong to a group of people who are busy backstabbing each other and lying to each other to get ahead? (for example), or to belong to a group of people concentrating on appearance, or on conservative values, or on whatever.
I just feel bad that he hasn't been able to see that any group he creates himself, or that he seeks out to have the values he appreciates, is going to make him feel that much better about himself, that much more loved, that much more like he belongs to the group for himself - not for what they want from him.
Well, back to the grind, I guess.
