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First order of business: Wireless keyboards and mice are awesome. There is one little thing that bothers me, though. I have to change the batteries in my mouse entirely too frequently. My keyboard has only required two battery changes in the six or seven months I've owned it. My mouse has required a change every month.
An open letter to wireless mouse makers:
Dear Sir,
Please make it so they don't use so much electricity.
Thanks.
Now to the other end of bidness.
I've been experiencing a fair bit of confusion lately. The confusion comes in the form of a female coworker who I shall dub "Lady X." The source of confusion is that the internal processes of my brain are largely at odds with one another. I have these little rules as to the types of people I would consider dating. The ones that are at odds with eachother are that:
1) She is older than I am. By 11 years.
2) She has been previously married.
3) She has kids.
4) We have the same place of employment. (this comes up because I've seen coworkers that have dated and the aftermath of the breakup, and rules my employer has in place governing workplace marriages . . . hey, I'm old enough to settle down)
And yet I find myself hopelessly attracted to her. She is funny, kind, beautiful, and all those other adjectives that I would probably use to describe an ideal woman for me. Barring my own mountain of insecurities I'm pretty sure I'm not her type . . . and yet I find myself just two seconds from asking her out every time we work together (even though she is currently in a relationship, but is fairly unhappy with how it's going). I don't even know if she likes me in that way, and I'm fairly sure she doesn't. Yet I find myself in that situation mentally over and over again. I can play it out in my head and there are two versions: the overly optimistic one, and the overly pesimistic one.
I hate feeling like this.
And now for some good news:
Jon is coming back to our living unit in the next week or so. His family ran out of options and the only thing that they could do was send him back to our unit. They couldn't justify keeping him in Hospital 1, and no other living unit is qualified to care for him.
Hah.
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