Do not put really thick moisturiser on your hands and then try to unplug your iPad. You will be unable to.
Listen to The Good Place podcast.
I forgot my headphones today and realised it while in traffic to the train station and I was sad. I hate getting on public transport if I can hear other humans. Other humans in small spaces are not my thing. But then I remembered my gym bag was in my boot (I love my boot) and I have different headphones for the gym because no one wants to sweat on noise cancelling headphones, so yay, Apple headphones are better than none.
An asshole cat asshole woke me up at asshole 3 or 4am today. Stupid meows. Can’t cats communicate silently on the internet like the rest of us? Anyway then I couldn’t get back to sleep … until just before my alarms went off. At which point I would fall back into a deep sleep, only to wake with a jump a few mins later when the next alarm went off. IT WAS SUPER FUN.
Someone on my train had a purple shirt and purple headphones AND purple book. I want to know if the purple book was a deliberate choice or a happy coincidence.
There’s a long boring story deep behind this but last year I got some private health cover to help me afford to see a dentist for effectively the first time as an adult and anyway on Sunday I had a check up and clean for free. Well paid for by health fund, obviously. Anyway I knew I needed some work done and it’s not huge (for what dentistry can cost) but it’s also nearly $2500 worth so yeah, much looking into upping my private health to cover more of the dental work. Have big spreadsheets of costings with rebates and premiums to try and decide which is best value and which suits my cash flow best.
I believe that nearly any problem can be analysed with Who, What, When, Where, Why & How. Sure, you can dress it up in industry specific terms and copyright it, but at the basis, this covers nearly everything.
Lots of adults who don’t look (and note the use of the word look, and this acknowledgement of look not encompassing many conditions) like they need the reserved/priority seating on my bus sit in it every day instead of walking back to non reserved seating, of which there is usually plenty. It bugs me.
My hands are dry. I hate the feeling of dry hands. I don’t get it often, even in what passes for winter in Qld but ew.
The bus driver this morning was a bit crap. Bunch of people toppled and grabbed things because he was too impatient to let a heap of people sit down before moving on. But the same people who huffed in annoyance at falling over said thank you as they got off the bus. As a general rule, I don’t thank people who make me fall over. Though I guess if i was like in a war zone someone making you fall over could like miss a bullet or bomb blast? Still, Brisbane public transport is rarely a war zone, so my example is effectively pointless and the cats fault. I wonder if they said thank you when they got off out of reflex.
Todays blog post photo is also brought to you by said bus driver. Apparently he was unaware of the rule that you don’t enter the intersection if you can’t clear it so my view was of cars being blocked by our bus.