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So...

If you're coming home from a long, nasty day's work that started with a 45 minute search for a parking space (I nearly parked a half mile away but realized I didn't know if I could make it; when a mild rainy day in Seattle feels *cold*, I'm still sick), and you find a Chinese restaurant, and it serves shrimp stir fried with salt and coarse black pepper, and onion and green and red pepper, just like you used to get from a restaurant in Columbus...

Well, if you get home and find that they served you some mystery meat that you're going to assume is squid for fear that it's actually a sea cucumber or something, you have a right to be doubly upset that you're too tired to raise the fuss that is deserved by such a mistake.

The pad thai was lousy, too.

The quality wasn't terrible (except, you know, for the random flesh bits that I'm assuming are part of some dread sea monster, so that I don't have to assume they're something worse) it just wasn't the pad thai I was looking for. Maybe that's the problem... maybe they ground up a couple of droids and... okay, let's stop with the movie quote chasing. Anyway, I might give them a try again, since they deliver.

Herm. Was that chipper enough so that no one thinks that I'm anything other than exhausted and sick and tired of being sick and tired?

Got my first psych textbooks, and I'm happy to report that the state of the art has moved forward since I was in college. Though, I also had to stop and ponder. This guy says that autism causes difficulty in forging emotional bonds? I'd be surprised (from what I know) if the problem wasn't other people not recognizing the emotional bonds. Something to keep in mind.

Anyway I'm through five or so chapters, not bad stuff, I'll have to re-read it when I'm, you know, coherent.

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So...

If you're coming home from a long, nasty day's work that started with a 45 minute search for a parking space (I nearly parked a half mile away but realized I didn't know if I could make it; when a mild rainy day in Seattle feels *cold*, I'm still sick), and you find a Chinese restaurant, and it serves shrimp stir fried with salt and coarse black pepper, and onion and green and red pepper, just like you used to get from a restaurant in Columbus...

Well, if you get home and find that they served you some mystery meat that you're going to assume is squid for fear that it's actually a sea cucumber or something, you have a right to be doubly upset that you're too tired to raise the fuss that is deserved by such a mistake.

The pad thai was lousy, too.

The quality wasn't terrible (except, you know, for the random flesh bits that I'm assuming are part of some dread sea monster, so that I don't have to assume they're something worse) it just wasn't the pad thai I was looking for. Maybe that's the problem... maybe they ground up a couple of droids and... okay, let's stop with the movie quote chasing. Anyway, I might give them a try again, since they deliver.

Herm. Was that chipper enough so that no one thinks that I'm anything other than exhausted and sick and tired of being sick and tired?

Got my first psych textbooks, and I'm happy to report that the state of the art has moved forward since I was in college. Though, I also had to stop and ponder. This guy says that autism causes difficulty in forging emotional bonds? I'd be surprised (from what I know) if the problem wasn't other people not recognizing the emotional bonds. Something to keep in mind.

Anyway I'm through five or so chapters, not bad stuff, I'll have to re-read it when I'm, you know, coherent.