I think I may grow to dislike the nights when the kids are with their dad and not here. It's too quiet - and for someone who likes quiet, that should say a lot. I exercise, I do housework or yard work, I draw, I watch shows that I can't normally watch until they're in bed and that's all fine, but if I've learned anything about myself in the past 4 months or so it's that I need a distraction. Not a huge, crippling distraction but I need background activity in order for me to focus on my primary activity. Music helps. It's just that if it's dead quiet, my brain will start going in it's own direction (which becomes VERY distracting) and I can't focus on whatever it is that I'm trying to do. It's like what I can only describe as what having 4 hands must be like. In this scenario, however, only two hands are ever allowed to be designated to anything useful and the others are perpetual devil's playthings, so if I don't give the extraneous hands a Rubik's cube or something to work on, they're constantly smacking the hands that are trying to get shit done.
I sound like a lunatic.
9:01 p.m. - 2012-07-09
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