I've been trying to get work done around here all day, and it's been intermittently successful. But I was hoping that today could be devoted to a solid day's work... which obviously hasn't happened.

I decided to take a walk earlier this morning, because I needed to clear my mind and sort things out. It worked temporarily. The problem was that I wasn't particularly walking in any sort of direction, so I wound up walking towards the library--which took about 2 hours. That part was nice. Then I had to walk back--and all the progress I'd made was pretty much undone, probably because of my legs being overworked. Maybe I should exercise more.

I probably had a nicer stroll on the way to the library also because I had my iPod on, and did not on the way home. It sort of feels like it should be the other way around. I know that plugging in the iPod pretty much shuts you away from society and creates your own little bubble (which means that I can't hear joggers approaching behind me, which means I come close to smacking them whenever I decide to stretch my arms a bit), which... I guess defeats the purpose of going outside. But... I turned on Sigur Ros' Agaetis Byrjun, and things seemed OK.

One of my ideas that I had a while back was that I'd revamp my favorite albums of all time list I thought I had perfected 4 years ago. The reasons being that I like screwing around with lists, and I wanted to approach it with a different perspective--you know, to see what 4 years of hard living does to man's tastes. Or something like that. Then I came to the realization that the list would be pretty much the same. And Agaetis Byrjun and Brian Eno's Another Green World would still be at the top of the list.

And I don't know if those two albums would be at the top of my list were I to work at it objectively. But at this point they're comfort albums. I turn them on when I feel like I need it, and usually it does the trick. So really, there's no reason to really replace them. I forgot why I am writing this all down.

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I'm going through some fun times right now. I don't want to get into specifics, but I went to a dentist recently after a long time of putting it off (because I was broke), and it was recommended that I have about $8000 in dental work done. Which is still out of my price range.

I ended up going to the school of dentistry at the U to see if they could do the operations cheaper, and the estimate ended up being somewhat in my price range. The problem is that the figure was just an estimate, and I was told in no uncertain terms that there was no guarantees any additional costs would not arise.

I'm going in once a week at this rate, and every time I'm heading in I leave in a lot of pain. (Well, I leave doped up on novacaine, but then once that wears off...) So basically, I have this one day of dread every single week--where I'm certain that I'll be in pain at the end of it, and at risk of having my wallet become significantly smaller--and I think it's about to take its toll on me. I go in twice this week.

Another thing I worry about is my job, for no particular reason at all--I mean, I like it. But I always have the nagging feeling that I'm doing something wrong, and eventually my bosses are going to find out and kick me to the curb. Once again, this is pretty much irrational, but... I don't know. It's weird. I pretty much never really interact with my bosses, and there seems to be little oversight on their part, so I have really no clue if I'm doing a good job or not. I *think* I am, but...

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Facebook changed their chat layout recently. I think it used to be a small box near the bottom right which just displayed who was available. Now it's a bar encompassing the entire right side, listing friends who are online along with a couple people who aren't. I think the "couple people" are those who I've interacted with most or most recently. But not all the time. Sometimes it's just random people. A lot of the time it's my dead aunt.

I don't really have a point to this (or anything on here, really). I just felt the need to write it down.