HIDWtS: Predictably unpredictable.

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Today’s installment is not brought to you by anything. At all. Because that’s how I am. I mix it up on you. See? I’m not predictable!

Well, I am. But I’m not! And also am. It is the age-old struggle of loving an established routine and yet always getting bored enough to poke at it.

There is one constant in my life: too little sleep. Last night, I guest-starred in a game of D&D. It was my first time playing 4th edition. While I will save the in-depth critique for another time, I will say that the mechanics of 4th edition lend themselves to more of a hack-and-slash game than a storytelling session. Still, I enjoyed myself immensely, this enjoyment only topped by a member of our group discovering that someone was watching porn across the street on a giant screen facing an open window. If you had told my younger self that I would grow up to someday pretend to be a goblin warrior while studiously ignoring gay porn, I would have told you to stop with your beautiful lies because no future is that bright. But here it is. It’s my future. Suck it, high-school haters.

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So, uh, where was I? Ah yes. Mixing it up on you. Zigging and then zagging. Disliking Muni with sassy intensity and then taking it all the way to work. This impulse is less of a reactionary opposite-of-what-you-expect thing and more of a curious poke-this-to-see-what-happens thing. I don’t really mind when people call me predictable; I do mind when I start to feel bored.

Good for my career but not for my boredom, Muni deposited me near work without incident and I was right on time.

HIDWtS Rating: What does this button do?

[box type=”shadow”]I ride a shuttle to work. It is a really nice shuttle and the first time I have ever had this luxury, causing me to overthink pretty much every aspect of it, especially where to sit. And now I overthink where I decide to sit in every open-seating situation, so I’m writing about it in a series called How I Decide Where to Sit.[/box]

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