The things you own end up owning you. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

I grew up on a bilevel house, so it’s a little funny for me to say this but. I don’t really want nor need a big house. Why exactly do people want a big house to live in? Status, maybe. Space to stretch, maybe. But room for stuff?

The longer I live here, the longer there are things that sit in my closet that have not moved one inch since I moved in.

We all know this on some level. The things we carry with us, the stuff. The physical memories from the past.

No doubt if I had a big house, I’d probably fill it with more stuff.

My bedroom is pretty bare and I like it like that. Bedroom is for… my bed. It’s for sleep. Okay, and for intimacy with a girl. I like girls.

Gosh I love intimacy.

Ahem.

Just a morning thought of the virtue of living simply. Yesterday was Deadlift Day, and I didn’t sleep well last night. Somehow it’s already 8 am. Trying to get myself to the gym, as I drag the hell out of my feet getting to the gym every session.

“Don’t you like lifting?”

Yeah, it’s a habit. I like it. I also have cyclic thoughts and difficulty focusing. : P

I can’t be the only one who has wasted an evening after work, and lamented, “I could have spent that time playing Mario Kart, but noooo, I did absolutely nothing!”

Oh, at the risk of repeating myself. Lower Decks is awesome.