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verbicideYou know you're mental when you:
Walk to the kitchen. Get some water. Come back to desk. Sit down. Twist cap off bottle and while sipping, notice another half filled water bottle sitting to your left--in plain view.
Yesterday was pretty cool. I got to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
devinluvsrussia and she was a complete sweetheart, as is very clear to anyone who reads her Live Journal. We had a great time walking around Greenlake and swapping stories.
I came home, rather satisfied, and inhaled some food because I had forgotten to eat lunch. After that, I spent the evening in contented, non-productive bliss. I curled up on the floor and played FFX-2. I find it the weirdest of all the FF games and while it's fun, I can't quite decide how I feel about it. On the one hand, it's very cool to see some of the characters from FFX and what they're up to now. On the other hand, I miss the fun of discovering a new world. And really, could it get any girlier? I can't imagine a burly guy playing this game. I mean, Dresspheres? The outfits are pretty, but there is a lot of overlap in the powers, and there's almost too much variety. I'd rather have fewer choices with more consolidated badass powers. But, it passes the time while waiting for FFXII.
I tore myself away at 11, thinking I'd read for a bit and then go to bed early. Well, Angels & Demons hooked me in. In an almost frustrated way. I used to enjoy the odd grisly horror tale, but I find that I'm losing my taste for detailed carnage. I was almost annoyed by the violence. Pissed off when it wasn't prevented. I stayed up till 3 am just tearing through it. I didn't quite finish, but I don't think the remaining denouement has anything that incredibly revealing. I'll finish it tonight.
Looking forward to seeing Cold Mountain tonight. Yes, I know how it ends. I'm learning that I really hate anxiety. So I'd rather be spoiled for endings instead of sitting with my stomach tied in knots. Not that I can imagine caring that much about the Cold Mountain characters, but just in general. I flip ahead in some books now, which I never would have done 5 years ago. Once I confirm that the character isn't going to be brutally murdered, the bomb does go off, the kitty does jump out the window in time, I page back and carefully read the 'hows' of it all. I know, I know: it's cheating.
I don't even feel a lick of shame anymore. It's not that I want a pat, happy ending. I just don't want to be tortured with apprehension.
Walk to the kitchen. Get some water. Come back to desk. Sit down. Twist cap off bottle and while sipping, notice another half filled water bottle sitting to your left--in plain view.
Yesterday was pretty cool. I got to meet
devinluvsrussia and she was a complete sweetheart, as is very clear to anyone who reads her Live Journal. We had a great time walking around Greenlake and swapping stories.I came home, rather satisfied, and inhaled some food because I had forgotten to eat lunch. After that, I spent the evening in contented, non-productive bliss. I curled up on the floor and played FFX-2. I find it the weirdest of all the FF games and while it's fun, I can't quite decide how I feel about it. On the one hand, it's very cool to see some of the characters from FFX and what they're up to now. On the other hand, I miss the fun of discovering a new world. And really, could it get any girlier? I can't imagine a burly guy playing this game. I mean, Dresspheres? The outfits are pretty, but there is a lot of overlap in the powers, and there's almost too much variety. I'd rather have fewer choices with more consolidated badass powers. But, it passes the time while waiting for FFXII.
I tore myself away at 11, thinking I'd read for a bit and then go to bed early. Well, Angels & Demons hooked me in. In an almost frustrated way. I used to enjoy the odd grisly horror tale, but I find that I'm losing my taste for detailed carnage. I was almost annoyed by the violence. Pissed off when it wasn't prevented. I stayed up till 3 am just tearing through it. I didn't quite finish, but I don't think the remaining denouement has anything that incredibly revealing. I'll finish it tonight.
Looking forward to seeing Cold Mountain tonight. Yes, I know how it ends. I'm learning that I really hate anxiety. So I'd rather be spoiled for endings instead of sitting with my stomach tied in knots. Not that I can imagine caring that much about the Cold Mountain characters, but just in general. I flip ahead in some books now, which I never would have done 5 years ago. Once I confirm that the character isn't going to be brutally murdered, the bomb does go off, the kitty does jump out the window in time, I page back and carefully read the 'hows' of it all. I know, I know: it's cheating.
I don't even feel a lick of shame anymore. It's not that I want a pat, happy ending. I just don't want to be tortured with apprehension.
