Unknown changes
In the last two weeks, a couple people have told me that there's something different about me that they can't really put a finger on. They've all said that I look older, which is weird because I don't think I've changed much, appearance wise, in a while. In fact, I had someone else tell me that, aside from the longer hair, I look the same as I did 5 years ago. Maybe it's something in my demeanor or how I've been carrying myself lately.
Hong did tell me yesterday that I always look sad when I'm not listening or talking to someone; when there's a pause in a conversation or when it's obvious that I'm caught in my own thoughts. I didn't have a ready explanation, but eventually told her that when my brain isn't otherwise occupied, I have a tendency to think about conversations and decisions from the (sometimes distant) past that had less than desirable outcomes and feel bad and maybe even guilty about them.
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My left hand, fingers and wrist still bug the hell out of me. I'll probably have to get it looked at by a specialist at some point. Or change jobs. The strange thing is that I've cut back on my computer usage and video gaming a ton over the last month and work hasn't been any busier yet my appendage still feels like crap. One patron, who had surgery on his wrist, suggested that getting back into yoga and making sure to stretch out my neck and shoulders before I start work might help because it's all connected. It probably wouldn't hurt if I didn't worry so much, either.
A quarter of the way through the third Dresden Files book, I managed to misplace it and have thus taken up reading the latest Star Wars storyline, Legacy of the Force. I'm currently on the second book and, following the events of the New Jedi Order story arc, I can see this as the next logical step. It doesn't mean I have to like it, though.
Last night's dream featured a very drunk Matt Keegan trying to tear open a vending machine because he was out of money.
Hong did tell me yesterday that I always look sad when I'm not listening or talking to someone; when there's a pause in a conversation or when it's obvious that I'm caught in my own thoughts. I didn't have a ready explanation, but eventually told her that when my brain isn't otherwise occupied, I have a tendency to think about conversations and decisions from the (sometimes distant) past that had less than desirable outcomes and feel bad and maybe even guilty about them.
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My left hand, fingers and wrist still bug the hell out of me. I'll probably have to get it looked at by a specialist at some point. Or change jobs. The strange thing is that I've cut back on my computer usage and video gaming a ton over the last month and work hasn't been any busier yet my appendage still feels like crap. One patron, who had surgery on his wrist, suggested that getting back into yoga and making sure to stretch out my neck and shoulders before I start work might help because it's all connected. It probably wouldn't hurt if I didn't worry so much, either.
A quarter of the way through the third Dresden Files book, I managed to misplace it and have thus taken up reading the latest Star Wars storyline, Legacy of the Force. I'm currently on the second book and, following the events of the New Jedi Order story arc, I can see this as the next logical step. It doesn't mean I have to like it, though.
Last night's dream featured a very drunk Matt Keegan trying to tear open a vending machine because he was out of money.