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Exile Diary, Day Ten
Sep. 8th, 2009 12:41 pmMeh.
Didn't get to sleep until stupid late last night, because I figured that having the day off meant that I didn't have to. Am now limping my way through the process of getting psyched up enough to take on the day. Wishing that I'd had tomorrow off instead of today because I'd have liked to be able to go see the first showing of 9, which has been hitting me right where I love the game Puppetland (and if this is out of print as I fear it is, could somebody find me a copy? I need to replace the one that I lost due to water damage. But I digress).
A sense of "home" is important, by which I mean that when I'm away from my actual home, I need someplace that has a homelike feeling to it, or else I wind up feeling off-balance and antsy. I kinda have that in that I'm not sharing a room with anybody, but OTOH, after having not lived entirely alone since sometime in 1997, I find that I need at least a cat to keep me company, or else the feeling just isn't there.
On the bright side, I only have to put up with it til next Thursday, and then I'm home. Well, technically Friday, because of the ugly realities of flight schedules, but hey.
Must get lunch now. Hopefully after that and after the massage I booked has hopefully unwoven some of the knots in my back, the day will be more cheerful.
(Oh, and btw, pictures from my trip to the zoo will be posted later when I have taken the chance to transfer them off my camera.)
Didn't get to sleep until stupid late last night, because I figured that having the day off meant that I didn't have to. Am now limping my way through the process of getting psyched up enough to take on the day. Wishing that I'd had tomorrow off instead of today because I'd have liked to be able to go see the first showing of 9, which has been hitting me right where I love the game Puppetland (and if this is out of print as I fear it is, could somebody find me a copy? I need to replace the one that I lost due to water damage. But I digress).
A sense of "home" is important, by which I mean that when I'm away from my actual home, I need someplace that has a homelike feeling to it, or else I wind up feeling off-balance and antsy. I kinda have that in that I'm not sharing a room with anybody, but OTOH, after having not lived entirely alone since sometime in 1997, I find that I need at least a cat to keep me company, or else the feeling just isn't there.
On the bright side, I only have to put up with it til next Thursday, and then I'm home. Well, technically Friday, because of the ugly realities of flight schedules, but hey.
Must get lunch now. Hopefully after that and after the massage I booked has hopefully unwoven some of the knots in my back, the day will be more cheerful.
(Oh, and btw, pictures from my trip to the zoo will be posted later when I have taken the chance to transfer them off my camera.)
