{"id":104,"date":"2003-12-15T01:23:00","date_gmt":"2003-12-15T01:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tmayhaps.wordpress.com\/2003\/12\/15\/104"},"modified":"2010-02-16T10:05:59","modified_gmt":"2010-02-16T15:05:59","slug":"104","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mayhaps.com\/blog\/2003\/12\/15\/104\/","title":{"rendered":"here lampy lampy lampy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\nI have this knack for putting things in &#8220;safe&#8221; places so they don&#8217;t get lost or broken, only to put them in a place too safe for even me to find it.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nWhen I was younger, I would hide my money from my brother (don&#8217;t ask me why &#8211; to my knowledge he never stole a dime from me, but being a child and not being able to earn money myself outside of my weekly allowance, I was obviously very possessive of my money and didn&#8217;t want any of it leaving my hands). Anyway, I would hide it in obscure places, and then forget about it. So months later, while getting a book to read, I would find money hidden between two books, or while dusting, under a figurine I would find a little folded bill. It was kind of nice since it was almost like actually finding money that didn&#8217;t belong to me, so at the time I didn&#8217;t really mind it.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nNow I mind a little more.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nI seem to have &#8220;hidden&#8221; the lighting for my living room, presumably because someone was coming over and I didn&#8217;t want the jumble of wires and lights to detract from my beautiful apartment (because *of course* <a href=\"..\/blog-archived\/2003_11_01_archive.html#107024584010048038\"><b>I hadn&#8217;t put it up yet<\/b><\/a>), but unfortunately I can&#8217;t even remember *why* I put it away somewhere, nevermind <i>where<\/i> I put it.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nAnd really, I live in a two bedroom apartment. It shouldn&#8217;t be this hard.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have this knack for putting things in &#8220;safe&#8221; places so they don&#8217;t get lost or broken, only to put them in a place too safe for even me to find it. When I was younger, I would hide my money from my brother (don&#8217;t ask me why &#8211; to my knowledge he never stole [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s9vfXi-104","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mayhaps.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/104"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mayhaps.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mayhaps.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mayhaps.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mayhaps.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=104"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.mayhaps.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/104\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mayhaps.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=104"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mayhaps.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=104"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mayhaps.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=104"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}