Of course, after that hour, I realize that the most telling thing about me would be to just type all of this stuff going through my head when I'm looking at an empty self-summary box.
Because this is me. Sitting alone in the dark, thinking. Not thinking brooding, "alone in the dark" type stuff, but more "is making a smoothie worth cleaning the blender later" stuff. Unfortunately, smoothies are awesome. I really hate cleaning the blender...
Okay, one more thing, just in case someone reading this wants a deeper look into my head (so if you don't, then, spoiler alert? I guess?). So, while I don't consider myself to be a religious person, I do have what I consider to be a person's job as a human being. Two things, actually. To treat other people with dignity, respect, and kindness, regardless of conflict, and if you have kids, to raise them to be better at that than yourself.
Well, none of that's true, actually. I just have that song in my head. I don't even have a nephew... What is true is that I work way too many hours a week at a restaurant.
So I recently spent a day just sitting around, drinking wine and watching eighties kids' movies (in my defense, that particular day, I was pretty sick, but it's not really much of a defense, because the "sick day" thing was just a convenient excuse), and it was suggested that I invite messages from someone who thinks they'd enjoy doing that, as well.
Also, I guess message me if you don't mind long, convoluted sentences with the possibilty of parenthetical statements, because apparenly that's the only way I know how to communicate.