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thepnutgalleryWoke up several times throughout the night, saw that it was still dark, went back to sleep. My alarm didn't go off, which was strange, but I was awake anyway, so it didn't matter.
The new scanning kept coming in while I tried to enter in the old stuff, but I had a massive surge of energy, so I kept up. Kristie, the Sales Admin from Sacramento, messaged me at some point. There was a duplicate of some file waiting to be entered. She seemed unconvinced that I still wasn't somehow responsible. I told her about the issue we were having retrieving files. She assumed I'd made a mistake scanning or entering them. Yes, lots of people did, at first. They were wrong, too.
Eric Hufford had posted something about moral relativism on his page. Because he's Eric Hufford, his views are splayed through the lens of the Church. Relativism gets somewhat complex, so I'm not even sure which specific school of thought I follow; I advocate for my version of right and wrong (vociferously), even though I recognize they're subjective. Like pretty much everything I think, I have a hard time understanding alternative points of view. I get they exist, I just don't understand how. I have an even harder time understanding the cognitive dissonance of people who give up. "I've sufficiently defended myself." No, you've left unanswered questions on the table, and "sufficient" is as subjective as the morals you're claiming are absolute.
FHA had an uncharacteristic night off from Rocky, so I invited him out to Rich's with me. Chip was coming in to town, and co-worker Erin said she wanted to join as well, so I swung by the store on the way home to pick up booze, mixers, and non-vegan snacks. Hemmed and hawed over which variety of chip to buy, but seemed to recall something about FHA liking Cool Ranch Doritos. Erin never texted, and I forgot to text Chip, so it was just the 3 of us pre-gaming at my place. I would dare say we had a better, if calmer, time than with David. Or maybe that was just because no one was dismissing my music.
We made it before the cutoff for cover, though I've taken to leaving a tip on those nights. I feel that's a maturing thing. I'd texted Big Eric and Richard Britton, but Big Eric didn't want to go to Rich's, and Richard neither responded nor showed up. The music wasn't quite as good as I'm used to from Kurty, but she's still very good, and it was nice to dance. It had been weeks, if not months, since I've actually danced at Rich's. I ruined what would otherwise have been a great moment on the dancefloor. FHA leaned over to Tomy at one point, indicating me. I became self-conscious. Turns out he hadn't been pointing out a flaw, no one was standing behind me making bunny ears (I've got my own, anyway). He'd said "I love watching him."
It was only about 1:40, I was standing outside looking inward, and FHA asked knowingly if I was ready to go. Yep. Dropped them off, checked if Tim was online, dropped off to dreamland.
The new scanning kept coming in while I tried to enter in the old stuff, but I had a massive surge of energy, so I kept up. Kristie, the Sales Admin from Sacramento, messaged me at some point. There was a duplicate of some file waiting to be entered. She seemed unconvinced that I still wasn't somehow responsible. I told her about the issue we were having retrieving files. She assumed I'd made a mistake scanning or entering them. Yes, lots of people did, at first. They were wrong, too.
Eric Hufford had posted something about moral relativism on his page. Because he's Eric Hufford, his views are splayed through the lens of the Church. Relativism gets somewhat complex, so I'm not even sure which specific school of thought I follow; I advocate for my version of right and wrong (vociferously), even though I recognize they're subjective. Like pretty much everything I think, I have a hard time understanding alternative points of view. I get they exist, I just don't understand how. I have an even harder time understanding the cognitive dissonance of people who give up. "I've sufficiently defended myself." No, you've left unanswered questions on the table, and "sufficient" is as subjective as the morals you're claiming are absolute.
FHA had an uncharacteristic night off from Rocky, so I invited him out to Rich's with me. Chip was coming in to town, and co-worker Erin said she wanted to join as well, so I swung by the store on the way home to pick up booze, mixers, and non-vegan snacks. Hemmed and hawed over which variety of chip to buy, but seemed to recall something about FHA liking Cool Ranch Doritos. Erin never texted, and I forgot to text Chip, so it was just the 3 of us pre-gaming at my place. I would dare say we had a better, if calmer, time than with David. Or maybe that was just because no one was dismissing my music.
We made it before the cutoff for cover, though I've taken to leaving a tip on those nights. I feel that's a maturing thing. I'd texted Big Eric and Richard Britton, but Big Eric didn't want to go to Rich's, and Richard neither responded nor showed up. The music wasn't quite as good as I'm used to from Kurty, but she's still very good, and it was nice to dance. It had been weeks, if not months, since I've actually danced at Rich's. I ruined what would otherwise have been a great moment on the dancefloor. FHA leaned over to Tomy at one point, indicating me. I became self-conscious. Turns out he hadn't been pointing out a flaw, no one was standing behind me making bunny ears (I've got my own, anyway). He'd said "I love watching him."
It was only about 1:40, I was standing outside looking inward, and FHA asked knowingly if I was ready to go. Yep. Dropped them off, checked if Tim was online, dropped off to dreamland.
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