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Mar. 1st, 2004 11:17 amFor some reason, the fact that it's March 1 seems exciting. Dunno why. But I've been feeling sort of keyed up and detached at the same time; perhaps it's some Pisces solar energy rolling all over the place. I feel all swimmy and very slightly dizzy; not enough to fall out of my chair but it's really strange. Who knows.
Adult Swim last night was quiet- just hub and I. I went ahead and emailed the Evil Ex, and jokingly told hub that if he doesn't come through I have no one else to suggest to game with since he was the last person on earth I wanted to contact. He then offered to kick his ass for me, which was sweet. But I really think I could handle being around him, and I am curious to know what he's been up to lo these many years. I find I've been on sort of a nostalgia kick lately for some reason. But while E.E. was a horrid, rotten, awful boyfriend, he was always a fun friend to have. Shrug, we'll see if he even decides to write back.
Today is one of those sunny days that seems criminal to spend indoors. It's almost getting to the point where there is a smidgen of light left in the sky when I get off work; I suppose that's one of the very few benefits of DST (though the longer days tend to do the same thing anyway)... getting off work when it's dark feels a lot more, hmm, oppressive than if it's still light out. It's a psychological thing.
My eyeballs hurt; it feels like they're strained. I've never had strained eyeballs before. I wonder if I need another prescription. I've had glasses I use for driving at night if I'm going to be driving for more than 10 minutes (or need to read signs) but I have yet to get to the point where I need them at any other time. I'm glad I take after my dad in that way; Mom had to wear glasses practically from birth. Dad didn't need them for much but reading until his late 50s, if I recall correctly.
Adult Swim last night was quiet- just hub and I. I went ahead and emailed the Evil Ex, and jokingly told hub that if he doesn't come through I have no one else to suggest to game with since he was the last person on earth I wanted to contact. He then offered to kick his ass for me, which was sweet. But I really think I could handle being around him, and I am curious to know what he's been up to lo these many years. I find I've been on sort of a nostalgia kick lately for some reason. But while E.E. was a horrid, rotten, awful boyfriend, he was always a fun friend to have. Shrug, we'll see if he even decides to write back.
Today is one of those sunny days that seems criminal to spend indoors. It's almost getting to the point where there is a smidgen of light left in the sky when I get off work; I suppose that's one of the very few benefits of DST (though the longer days tend to do the same thing anyway)... getting off work when it's dark feels a lot more, hmm, oppressive than if it's still light out. It's a psychological thing.
My eyeballs hurt; it feels like they're strained. I've never had strained eyeballs before. I wonder if I need another prescription. I've had glasses I use for driving at night if I'm going to be driving for more than 10 minutes (or need to read signs) but I have yet to get to the point where I need them at any other time. I'm glad I take after my dad in that way; Mom had to wear glasses practically from birth. Dad didn't need them for much but reading until his late 50s, if I recall correctly.
