I'm back.

So my flist is at skip80? Wow. We all seem to chat a lot, huh? We must be good friends. :)

The wedding was cool, Houston was muggy, and I have plans to see the Space Center next time I'm down there, since I've never been. IknowIknowIknow, I've been to Houston how many times in my life and have never been to the one place from which my childhood dreams sprang forth? I miss being little and thinking of space and science and cosmology with wonder.

I miss wonder. How do I get that back?

Also, the seeing-myself-from-outside and personal narrative tricks firmware patches have been installed in my brainspace, and I had forgotten how socially awkward it makes me to try to figure out whether anyone is going to care about what I have to say. I just wind up taking so long trying to figure out each person's perspective that my opportunity to say anything relevant passes with me neither participating nor actively listening to whomever is talking since all computing power is busy trying to figure it out. It leaves me strangely abstracted, and actually interferes with my mojo. :(

Got any tips or tricks, flist?

internet addict?

My flist was at skip80, my GoogleReader account had 170 items, my delicious network has 35 unseen links, my email had 29 messages, 22 unwatched YouTube video subscriptions, and 7 pages of tumblr posts and that is from THREE DAYS of internet absence.

I have a feeling I am slightly overextending myself.