Over the moon

My parents invested in a humidifier a while ago (one year ago?) and now it's sort of broken. It sounds like a hairdryer. Now I am actually a huge fan of white noise but this is driving me bonkers. It's sounds like a mix of water going through the pipes in the walls, my mom drying her hair, and the vent above the stove. It's a little overstimulating.

Last night I looked up my fall term grades for this year. Oh boy, was I ever surprised! I expected to do really poorly in Art History 101. There was this thing at the end of the term where I didn't know when the assignment was due and sent it in but the prof refused to accept it and threatened to fail me. That was nerve-wracking, but it all worked out in the end. I prayed a lot, thought positively a lot. Things worked out. I got a B-. My other grades were fine. Reasonable, expected. But that one, boy am I ever thankful.

I have also started running. This is pretty interesting for me because my hips and knees are really bad from years of Irish dancing. Alex runs a lot and tells me about all kinds of visualizations she does to make it easier. One she likes is visualizing running a marathon. I tried that. It went something like this:

"Oh hey guys, how's it going? Yeah, we don't have to far. Great weather, eh? Oh, okay. Yeah, catch you later. Oh, hey guys. What? Oh sure. No, sorry for getting in your way. No problem. The finish line already? Yeah, sure I'll take this gold medal."

That was me unexpectedly winning a marathon. Another one I like is where I pretend to run with Alex and we catch Becky and Matt doing aerobics along the way and maybe Shannon on her bike. I also watch Legally Blonde while I run and listen to Moby's Play. Funny.

Comment dit-on "me time"?

One thing I really value is having time to myself. I like to hunker down and watch a lot of movies, read crappy science fiction, and sleep a lot. This is how I get vitamin D deficiencies. The nearly-blackout curtains in my bedroom certainly don't help. Here I have no friends so I am never obligated to do anything but work and occasionally eat with my family. Other than being forced to go to church and hide my tattoo, living here is nearly ideal.


All things considered I was tremendously productive today. I finished that hat. I watched several mini-series (produced by the BBC, pre-20th C. period pieces duh). I wrote letters, but did not stamp or send them.

Things to do tomorrow:
1. Work
2. Find my netflix movie. I know it's somewhere in my things.
3. Get this art history nonsense sorted out.
4. Read "the Humanoid Touch" which looks promising.