Endorphines = drugs?
A wee baby fell asleep in my arms for four hours this weekend. Either I'm very boring, or I'm at least a little bit snuggly. Still, it was a kawaii baby boy, and my nephew at that. My niece wasn't as cuddly as her brother, but she DID throw my door open at six thirty in the morning and declared "Saga read book!" ... and how do you even begin to explain the concept of "snooze" to a 2,5-year-old? Hence, I read books.
...And yes, you are right, I had a good time at my brother's and sister-in-law's. ^. ^
We went wild and crazy, rented two films, bought a kilogram of candy and... well, watched the films. The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus was very likable. Sherlock Holmes was not as likable. Even though Watson and Holmes made a cute couple. But Sherlock was all too much, as in, not convincing.
Yesterday I worked in the bar all night... almost, anyway. Though my 'boss' is the best and sent me home at 3:30 instead of 5:30, so I can't really call it an all-nighter. Just an all-righter.
Today? I was at the doctor's and got new drugs. I'm getting tired of doctors and drugs so I'm just going to leave this subject immediately; summing it up with one word: Sigh.
But I'm possibly getting better. We'll see. It can take a month, five years or a lifetime, but I sure as FUDGE am getting there.
The main reason I'm a bit disgruntled today? I miss Albert. Endorphins always make me feel better, and having him around brings the endorphins around, too.
Working my arse off in the gym just isn't the same, even though I gave it a good try this morning. But those endorphins are weaker. Not as potent. Like, the margarine of endorphins. Yeah, that's it.
On to better things. Or rather, on to just one more episode of Veronica Mars, and then I'll call it a night. Tomorrow, I have to write some kind of lecture on Asatru and ancient customs in modern times. Apparently, I'm going to give a two-hour-long lecture on Sunday, and I have a feeling I won't be writing lectures this weekend, as a friend from Ljungby is coming to visit me.
Now I want a hug. Loki, you cat made of fake fur, you, where are you? Your services are required. Come hither and hug me.
...And yes, you are right, I had a good time at my brother's and sister-in-law's. ^. ^
We went wild and crazy, rented two films, bought a kilogram of candy and... well, watched the films. The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus was very likable. Sherlock Holmes was not as likable. Even though Watson and Holmes made a cute couple. But Sherlock was all too much, as in, not convincing.
Yesterday I worked in the bar all night... almost, anyway. Though my 'boss' is the best and sent me home at 3:30 instead of 5:30, so I can't really call it an all-nighter. Just an all-righter.
Today? I was at the doctor's and got new drugs. I'm getting tired of doctors and drugs so I'm just going to leave this subject immediately; summing it up with one word: Sigh.
But I'm possibly getting better. We'll see. It can take a month, five years or a lifetime, but I sure as FUDGE am getting there.
The main reason I'm a bit disgruntled today? I miss Albert. Endorphins always make me feel better, and having him around brings the endorphins around, too.
Working my arse off in the gym just isn't the same, even though I gave it a good try this morning. But those endorphins are weaker. Not as potent. Like, the margarine of endorphins. Yeah, that's it.
On to better things. Or rather, on to just one more episode of Veronica Mars, and then I'll call it a night. Tomorrow, I have to write some kind of lecture on Asatru and ancient customs in modern times. Apparently, I'm going to give a two-hour-long lecture on Sunday, and I have a feeling I won't be writing lectures this weekend, as a friend from Ljungby is coming to visit me.
Now I want a hug. Loki, you cat made of fake fur, you, where are you? Your services are required. Come hither and hug me.