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Today is Sweetmorn, day 73 in the season of Discord, 3268.

Another mostly quiet day. I didn't get to go out for the drive I wanted, since I didn't wake up until 1 pm after falling asleep on the couch last night. These allergies are really kicking my ass, I am just utterly exhausted. I think it might be an appropriate evening to curl up on my sofa and listen to the rain (wait, that's hail), watch Adult Swim, <geek> read my new comic books </geek> (I got The Little Endless Storybook and the four issues of "The Thessaliad" before I reined myself in.) and sleep off the veggieburger I had about six hours ago, not in that particular order necessarily.

Today's quote (which referred to a conversation from Wednesday evening and won't make any sense if you don't watch The Brak Show and weren't privy to the conversation): "Now you know what's running the shuttle: 'Headkicker', by Activision."

The mood is somewhat better today, I think because this time I actually remembered to take that second dose of sam-e in the afternoon. I think I might be taking just barely enough since taking three a day seems to leave me doing okay, while if I go down to two a day I start to slip a bit. I'm glad that I'm at the point that I'm noticing the effects; when I first started taking it, everyone but me could tell that it was doing me some good. Now that I've got some experience with what feeling good is actually like, I think I'm generally pretty able to tell when I'm not anymore. A good mope is sometimes a good thing, but I must admit that I'm liking it a lot better when it's just an occasional occurrence.

[I started writing this around 10 pm, and then got distracted when my utterly wonderful former roommate that I had just been thinking about earlier in the evening called me; two hours later, I should just hit send. Wow, I miss him.]

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Today is Boomtime, day 1 in the season of Confusion, 3268.

Spent today downtown with anotheranon and my former boss E. and several of her friends at the Corcoran for the Jacqueline Kennedy exhibit. A wonderful mix of clothes I'd kill to have made in my size and things that made me think "Sna?" (like the neon pink vaguely jumper-like outfit). For some reason the black leather pillbox hat (yes, really) gave me visions of weird "House of Yes" type scenes.

The bad part of the day came when I realized that I had pulled out the tickets and put them with the bag I was intending to take, only to change my mind at the last minute and carry a different bag without transferring the tickets. I came to this realization about a single Metro stop away from my destination. =/ Luckily for me, it was a surprisingly slow day and there were tickets to be had at the museum; I'd have felt really bad about anotheranon trekking down there only to be turned away.

I spent an hour and a half on the phone with my old roommate last night when he spontaneously decided to call me, talking about random stuff and trying to decide whether or not I'd be able to hit the Edmonton Folk Festival again this year. (Unfortunately not right now, no travel planning in more than the theoretical until C. is employed again, even if I did find a Northwest flight for $488 and some change. *whine*)

Tonight the general plan is to try to recover from this weekend's near-continuous exhaustion and maybe actually get to read this time. And if I'm really lucky, be asleep by 12:30. It could happen. Really. In the meantime, I think I'm going to go grab a beer and watch the storm from the balcony. I could never live anywhere that doesn't have thunderstorms...