we built [[legos]] with my coworkers. I like my coworkers, I’m lucky there. I’m not sure I like assembling legos in general, (at least the model ones — the ones that are meant to build up to One Big Thing, with instructions — or perhaps this one was a particularly finicky one).
I realize now I’m critical of the company relatively often — I still think it’s a great place to work, and the people are great. I wonder if I’m the old curmudgeon now. Likely.
I would love to be a better person than I am — I am so insufficient really.
I find comfort in knowing there are many better than I — now and in the future.
Something dashes against the [[senses]]. So something is filled. So something [[lack]]s when it is not filled, and [[wants]]. So something [[acts]] from [[wants]]. Then the [[cycle]] starts again. At least, that’s what someone blown out said.