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As opposed to non. It's been quite a week. And yet, it hasn't been that remarkable at all. What's the deal, self? I'm feeling strangely listless tonight, and maybe it's because this morning I finished the book series I was reading. Now that I think of it, the same thing tends to happen when I complete a video game. I beat D&D Tactics while in New York, and there's not really anything to do in order to max that out. My characters are all the maximum level, and they have what might as well be their best equipment. It's suited to their builds -- but there wasn't much to choose from, anyway. At any rate.. it's that well, what *now*? feeling, I guess. I could start another book, or get back into Etrian Odyssey since John's currently distracted from the DS (but he should be beaten for abandoning FFIV). Or I could paint! I haven't had a good chance to all week! But I'm painting a figure I'm not happy about, one I haven't the spirit for.. And I'll just have to pack up the whole thing again tomorrow. I'll hold off for another day. I should be writing. I'm in the middle of something very exciting.. so why haven't I the motivation to continue it? But even that's been concerning me. I've begun to consider very seriously(/persistently/seemingly unavoidably) a certain secret part of my inner being. But I find myself afraid to know. Maltherion... was I wrong? It's always there. Maybe that's why I'm so anxious to be in the woods. I'm eager for tomorrow night. The city is so confining. OH! I went on a CANDY QUEST today, though. There was a meeting going on in MY OFFICE, so I went to the sorting area. I was preparing a cart, and Steve and Jamie were there. For a while they were discussing something disturbingly relevant to the unsettling thoughts over which I had already been brooding -- but then somehow the topic switched to candy. All kinds of candy. Candy that doesn't exist anymore. Favorite kinds. Forgotten kinds. I chimed in with my favorite white&brittle&striated-wafer-like-peanut-butter-bars-that-I-used-to-think-looked-like-they-should-be-used-to-build-forts-or-something. And finding myself unsure of whether they knew just what I was talking about, I realized I HAD to acquire some, through any means necessary! So I suddenly embarked on a CANDY QUEST! I asked them what they would like (anything chocolate for Steve, and just anything for Jamie), and then set off, RUNNING, then scampering, through the third floor. I clocked out at exactly 12:30, and made my way hastily out of Library South. I loped down the cumbersome big stairs, and then totally took the rest of the courtyard in like eight strides. I trotted through Kell Hall, but ran the rest of the way. If I had been dreaming, I would have been on all fours. There's no other feeling of freedom to match it. I got to the 7&7 (or whatever it's called.. that sounds pretty good [and euphonious] to me right now), and bought peanut butter bars, caramels, Bobs Mints for David, a bag of bridge mix (from the scoop-your-own sell-by-weight display), and Skor and Rolo, since those were the last two specific candies I remembered them mentioning. I got back to the library just in time to still be able to record it as a break. And could have passed out in the sorting area. XD But the spoils of my journey were joyously shared by all! And then I returned to the sixth floor to resume labeling. Evaluations were today, too. Same old, same old on mine. "One of the best stacksworkers they've ever had" or not, I could be doing so much more. And if my boss had half a spiney-spine-spine that corner cube would be mine. His telephone is still possessed. (Doesn't that sound as unresolved as ending a suite on the subdominant chord?)
