Category: Journal

I’m Leaving on a Jet-Full-Size-Rental-Car

So, Iain and I leave for the Comicon tomorrow morning at 3:30AM. I’m taking tomorrow and Monday off work, so I certainly won’t post anything here before Tuesday without something odd occurring. Looks like we’ll be doing the Con Friday and Saturday, and then either coming straight home Sunday morning or going to LA. Iain seems to be under the impression that there isn’t time to do anything in LA. I’m thinking of trying to convince him there’s time enough to take in some sort of local attraction. I mean, how long can it possibly take to ride the X? The problem with this seems to be that what Iain appreciates and what I appreciate differ, especially regarding the value of entertainment experiences, and the rate of diminishing returns of the same for him.

Then Monday I get a chance to rest a little after all that driving and excitement, and work with my dad on finishing up the dryer hookup at my new house, and trimming my trees, maybe. Woo!

7/18/01 (5.2.1.-1)

Right now, this minute, I am very concerned about my teeth and gums. I guess this isn’t true for me enough of the time, because I just haven’t been able to reliably maintain any kind of regular dental hygiene. I’ll get to feeling like I do now, that I can see that I’m getting to be in bad shape and that I don’t want to lose my teeth. Desperately don’t want to lose my teeth. It becomes very easy for me to maintain good dental hygiene from that moment forward; it is out of fright or desperation. It only lasts a few days. Usually less than a week before I’m back to my regular tooth-decaying apathy.

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I miss her

I miss her so much.

It hit me again last night. A friend of mine who I hadn’t seen in a while, who is not aware of the events that transpired in the last year or more, brought up Sara. Specifically brought up memories of the sort of relationship I had with Sara when we were first dating, years ago. He meant nothing by it, and in the context it was a reasonable thing to do. In fact, I didn’t even overreact to it at the time, but it got me to thinking and it got me to feeling about how much she has been a part of my life and for how long.

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Sleep is good for you

It was the weirdest thing. I came home last night after work, and no one called up to invite me out and no one called up and asked to come over and no one showed up without calling (that I know of) and nothing was on TV, and I fell asleep a little after 6PM and (except for a strange moment when Iain called up, presumably to ask me to go see a movie with him (I think he figured I was drugged or asleep, cause he didn’t ask), and asked me about trying to use USB in Win2K & how to set up a dual-boot system with Win98 and Win2K instead) slept straight through till morning. I even woke up twenty minutes before my alarm went off. (I didn’t get out of bed until I’d snoozed it twice, but I was just enjoying laying lazily in bed until the last possible minute.)

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