distractions
I\'ve discovered that I really like my ceiling fans after all.
I haven\'t turned the air conditioning on yet. The house is actually pretty tolerable, and the basement\'s very nice, actually. I slept down their Monday, because I didn\'t want to turn the air on right before bed just in case there\'s maybe something wrong with it. The last couple nights have been better, thanks to the furnace fan and the ceiling fans. Circulating air makes this sort of weather much more tolerable.
I might turn the AC on tomorrow, since it looks like it might be like this all weekend. I should really get it inspected. We\'ll see how it goes.
I\'ve been using this house stuff as a distraction, which is fitting, since it\'s why I got into the whole business in the first place. Although now, instead of feeling forward-looking and self-assured, I feel like I\'m hiding behind it. If I had a handle on something approaching Truth five or so months ago, I\'ve since lost it. I\'m not entirely sure what I should be doing.
I don\'t know why I\'m even mentioning this. I\'m not going to go into detail. Nothing really bad has happened or anything. I\'m just back to my old confused and indecisive self. I\'m just... you know... confused. And indecisive. And afraid of hurting people. Like myself, for example.
I suppose it could be worse. My only problem is me. Other people have considerably bigger fish to fry. Like my cousin, for example, whom, my mother is telling me now, just found out he is a father. This was a bit of a surprise, apparently. He\'ll know for sure when the blood tests are in. Just like in all those soap operas. At least I don\'t have to worry about that sort of thing... 9_9;