potpourri
I've been thinking about what to post for the past few days.
I got together with my ex a week or so ago. Helped her fix some hassles with her computer, we had dinner, I played with the cats. I have missed her cats, though they were wary to see me. When she gave me a lift back into the city she had Nine Inch Nails on (Pretty Hate Machine) and she was aghast that I'd not only heard of it, but that I was singing along. (Singing along in the cat voice, to make it even worse.) I blew her mind when I told her about my expedition to Trent Reznor's hometown so many years ago.
Laura and I went to the opera last Wednesday. We got a bite to eat, and saw La Traviata at the Institute of Music, and it was beautiful. She seemed a bit distant, though she told me she was tired beforehand. We got together again Friday, and she also seemed distant.
Let me interject here. My sleep apnea, I think, has been acting up. I've felt like I'm running on fumes, and I'm sleeping a lot more than I used to, and my writing and programming is slower than optimal. But it's hard for me to tell this, if it makes any sense. By the time I notice, it's gone on for weeks and it's already had an effect on me.
Saturday morning, Laura dumped me. I am not sure it's permanent, I think it probably is. I know I haven't been at my best recently, because of the sleep thing. Not to use that as an excuse but I know that's part of it.
So: No girlfriend, no job (impending, once the contract ends at the end of the month). My health is slipping, slightly, but expensively. This could start an awful decline.