What Would Freud Say About Salmon?
There are chores to be done, but as I've already been fairly domestic already, and as I've neglected my journal recently, I figure I will finally post an update. If nothing more, it will be a refreshing change from all the LJ-Facebook cross-posts which seem to dominate my Friends page.
I had the immense pleasure of seeing Arwen, Erin L., Gayle, and a few other friends whom I don't see as regularly as I should during Sarah's Star Trek: TNG party. I feel spoiled having seen Arwen twice already this year, with two other likely events before 2010. I greatly anticipate the Deep Space Nine version of the party, whenever that occurs, and hopefully I won't have a partial costume failure like I did for Data. Fortunately, I was still able to find something suitable, even if it weren't ideal. I've also been enjoying the regularity with which I've been having dinner at Sarah and Justin's place on Friday, especially since Potluck Fridays have been relegated to special occasions and other larger events. One of the major drawbacks of living in a college town is the nomadic/temporary nature of most of its residents; it's reassuring when I can still confirm I have friends nearby who haven't moved far away. I suppose, if nothing more, there's always Athena and Saffron, who both appear to be doing quite well with their wheeting and popcorning. Oh, and I can't forget the joy of WoW, which allows me to interact with all sorts of distant friends, even though the random number generator has not been my friend lately with the epic loot.
Work has still been busier than I'd like it to be, but still not as busy as it was during the summer thanks to the slave labor student interns. Plus, they offer a desperately needed infusion of personality and charisma into the otherwise stagnant landscape created by my coworkers. As the campus is generally on a hiring freeze for all non-vital personnel, the number of employees in my office seems to drop while the work itself does not decrease. However, it's certainly not to the point of being overwhelming, and besides, the fewer coworkers there to drain my effervescence, the better... at least from a psychological standpoint. Hopefully they'll be replaced with upgraded low-functioning androids, at least ones that, if lacking a personality, are more efficient than the standard human.
Courtesy of Ian, I recently started playing Diablo 2, which was enjoyable, although definitely awkward to maneuver after playing World of Warcraft for awhile. I appreciate the ominous music of Diablo 2, but the graphics make me appreciate that of WoW exponentially more. Sadly, as it appears as though work might be moving its weekly meetings back to Mondays, I'm not sure when I will have the privilege of playing with Ian, J, and Garrett. Hopefully the Monday meeting are temporary, and not a permanent change.
In other news, the contacts are working out well, so that's encouraging. Unfortunately, I didn't realize that colored contacts would be a slightly different prescription than the non-colored ones, so I don't have any fun colored ones yet. Still though, it's nice to see distance without having to wear glasses. I'm additionally pleased that my eyes weren't unusually sensitive or adverse to them, as my body seems otherwise temperamental recently, at least my skin does, especially around my forehead and such. Perhaps it's a reaction from the greasiness of my hair, even though I wash it daily; if I didn't, I'd probably look like I slept in a fast food deep fryer.
Although insomnia still abounds, I have been sleeping slightly better, enough to dream. Amusingly, I've had the usual intricate and unorthodox style of dreams, ranging from preparing salmon under a dilapidated circus tent filled with burnt-out artistic hippies and pubescent girls in bikinis to planting bombs in secret mental asylums where the nurses wrap rubber bands around guinea pigs. Generally, I have difficulty falling asleep rather than staying asleep, although this past week, I've been woken up twice by either the hippie neighbor playing some new age chants in her backyard or the screaming newborn of the neighbors. Fortunately, these have been infrequent, or I might steal the baby and give it to the hippie neighbor in hopes she will transform it in to some Burning Man style performance art sculpture, thusly silencing it in the process.
I think that's all for now... still haven't taken my MSF class, but hopefully I'll be able to do that in a few weeks to finally get that over with after six months of delays. I'd try for next weekend, but I have a family event that I'm obligated to attend; it should be pleasant overall, but just larger and more involved than I'd like it to be. Anyway, as I've sufficiently rambled, I'll stop here, hopefully to update again within a week or so rather than a month or so.
I had the immense pleasure of seeing Arwen, Erin L., Gayle, and a few other friends whom I don't see as regularly as I should during Sarah's Star Trek: TNG party. I feel spoiled having seen Arwen twice already this year, with two other likely events before 2010. I greatly anticipate the Deep Space Nine version of the party, whenever that occurs, and hopefully I won't have a partial costume failure like I did for Data. Fortunately, I was still able to find something suitable, even if it weren't ideal. I've also been enjoying the regularity with which I've been having dinner at Sarah and Justin's place on Friday, especially since Potluck Fridays have been relegated to special occasions and other larger events. One of the major drawbacks of living in a college town is the nomadic/temporary nature of most of its residents; it's reassuring when I can still confirm I have friends nearby who haven't moved far away. I suppose, if nothing more, there's always Athena and Saffron, who both appear to be doing quite well with their wheeting and popcorning. Oh, and I can't forget the joy of WoW, which allows me to interact with all sorts of distant friends, even though the random number generator has not been my friend lately with the epic loot.
Work has still been busier than I'd like it to be, but still not as busy as it was during the summer thanks to the slave labor student interns. Plus, they offer a desperately needed infusion of personality and charisma into the otherwise stagnant landscape created by my coworkers. As the campus is generally on a hiring freeze for all non-vital personnel, the number of employees in my office seems to drop while the work itself does not decrease. However, it's certainly not to the point of being overwhelming, and besides, the fewer coworkers there to drain my effervescence, the better... at least from a psychological standpoint. Hopefully they'll be replaced with upgraded low-functioning androids, at least ones that, if lacking a personality, are more efficient than the standard human.
Courtesy of Ian, I recently started playing Diablo 2, which was enjoyable, although definitely awkward to maneuver after playing World of Warcraft for awhile. I appreciate the ominous music of Diablo 2, but the graphics make me appreciate that of WoW exponentially more. Sadly, as it appears as though work might be moving its weekly meetings back to Mondays, I'm not sure when I will have the privilege of playing with Ian, J, and Garrett. Hopefully the Monday meeting are temporary, and not a permanent change.
In other news, the contacts are working out well, so that's encouraging. Unfortunately, I didn't realize that colored contacts would be a slightly different prescription than the non-colored ones, so I don't have any fun colored ones yet. Still though, it's nice to see distance without having to wear glasses. I'm additionally pleased that my eyes weren't unusually sensitive or adverse to them, as my body seems otherwise temperamental recently, at least my skin does, especially around my forehead and such. Perhaps it's a reaction from the greasiness of my hair, even though I wash it daily; if I didn't, I'd probably look like I slept in a fast food deep fryer.
Although insomnia still abounds, I have been sleeping slightly better, enough to dream. Amusingly, I've had the usual intricate and unorthodox style of dreams, ranging from preparing salmon under a dilapidated circus tent filled with burnt-out artistic hippies and pubescent girls in bikinis to planting bombs in secret mental asylums where the nurses wrap rubber bands around guinea pigs. Generally, I have difficulty falling asleep rather than staying asleep, although this past week, I've been woken up twice by either the hippie neighbor playing some new age chants in her backyard or the screaming newborn of the neighbors. Fortunately, these have been infrequent, or I might steal the baby and give it to the hippie neighbor in hopes she will transform it in to some Burning Man style performance art sculpture, thusly silencing it in the process.
I think that's all for now... still haven't taken my MSF class, but hopefully I'll be able to do that in a few weeks to finally get that over with after six months of delays. I'd try for next weekend, but I have a family event that I'm obligated to attend; it should be pleasant overall, but just larger and more involved than I'd like it to be. Anyway, as I've sufficiently rambled, I'll stop here, hopefully to update again within a week or so rather than a month or so.