Take Five Minutes. .. .

[qos]

The crush at work has abated for a while, and I'm facing what will probably be a long and boring day.

This is an invitation to take a mere five minutes and leave a comment on this entry by typing anything that occurs to you: stream of consciousness, a favorite memory, a witty or obvious observation, questions for me or for the universe, the beginning of a story, a book or movie recommendation, anything that occurs to you, so I can have something interesting, or intriguing, or amusing, or even mystifying, to read at work today.

Consider it your charitable contribution for the day. It will net you some good karma.
Really!

Comments

[amqu.livejournal.com]

Stream of consciousness. Several people have told me this would be a good idea for me to try. But I've been resisting, so I will take this invitation and make the effort.

I'm not married. I'm not sure if it's because I don't want to be or whether it's habit. I have a dog. I didn't get a dog all my adult life because I thought if I get married, maybe my husband wouldn't like dogs. And then I thought, what the heck am I thinking? So I got a dog three 1/2 years ago. I love her. She cuddles up to me at night. She is loving.

I'm thinking, thinking of something else to say. I'm going to Virginia to stay with my parents for a month. I think I sounded so sick and pathetic that my mom asked me if I would like to come visit, and I said I don't have any money and she said she had a credit card and so she got on travelocity and found a round-trip ticket for 325 dollars two days hence. So I leave tomorrow. I will stay for a month. I will bring my computer so I can work there.

I'm living in a mess. I keep the public areas of the house in "good-enough" order so I can admit guests into my home. But my bedroom is like some sort of vignette from Hurricane Charlie. It could be in a rusted out metal trailer on the Florida coast. It's pretty bad.

I have one more minute. This is hard. I'm very very tired and drugged feeling today. From my cold I think. I want to go back to bed and take a nap. Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. Who am I kidding, or course I will. I am a sloth. I took the seven deadly sins quiz on LJ and tied for sloth and lust. I just don't know what to do about that.

Okay, I think my five minutes are up. Thank you for allowing me this outlet.

[qos.livejournal.com]

I think stream-of-consciousness writing is great! Thanks for the glimpse into your mind.

I know I still owe you a response in our conversation about religious paths!

For a long time I didn't get anything monogrammed because I thought I would get married and change my name. Eventually I got married but kept my name. Now I'm not married and happier for it. I definitely have the habit of being single.

Aren't parents wonderful?! My mom used to drive hundreds of miles to see my sister on the weekends when she was in college and struggling.

I'm glad someone else has a house that's a mess. I'm having my birthday party here pretty soon, and it's giving me good reason to clean up -- but beyond the clutter there's the matter of the walls that need washing, the refrigerator that needs to be scrubbed out, and etc. Ack! Where is my 21st century self-cleaning house??

Hope you feel better soon!