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Wednesday Roundup
Oct. 13th, 2004 07:55 pmI left work today to get quarters for laundry. For the last few years, I've been getting quarters by going down into the subterranean Pinball Pete's on South University and feeding dollar bills into their change machine, then scampering back up the stairs and out to the street before anybody noticed that I was blatanly using the arcade's change machines for my own nefarious purposes. Today, my guilt finally overcame me, and I used a dollar worth of quarters on two games of Lord of the Rings pinball. My headache vanished. I love pinball, and hadn't played a game in ages. I collected four rings of men! I bashed the Balrog! I nearly set the Tower on fire!
Obviously I need to give in to my guilt more often.
By the end of the day (which included, ugh, a Programmatic Review meeting) the headache was back. Out of nowhere in the middle of my commute I found myself screaming at the driver in front of me, who braked nearly to a standstill, left blinker on, before pulling into the left-turn lane, and made the immediate decision that I needed a nap as soon as I got home. A little further down the road, my frustration with my standard and standard alternate radio stations lead to me randomly button-punching my way to a country station playing Martina McBride's "Independence Day," which is one of my favorite songs to sing along to, and after busting it out at the top of my lungs, I felt significantly better.
When I got home, I found my voter registration card waiting for me. That was more of a relief than it had any right to be, in the United States of America, but I'll take it.
And then I took a nap. It was like the Platonic Ideal of napping: cold and rainy outside, warm and toasty inside. I lay awake for a while, enjoying my mp3s playing from the other room and being comfy and warm, and just about the point when my feet finally warmed up, I fell asleep, only to wake feeling rested and calm an hour later, before the alarm I'd set. I got up and turned up the heat (must remember that it's okay to run the heat - my apartment is tiny and doesn't use much energy) and it was blasting hair-dryer-like from the vents almost instantaneously as I sat and chatted with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daveamongus and iuliamentis.
Made myself easy comfort food dinner - I miss the days when sufficiently firm shaking could force a can of Campbell's condensed soup to slide out of the can with a nice suction noise, cylindrical shape perfectly maintained; this newer more creamier formula is just silly - and now I'm feeling so mellow I'm kind of afraid to move, for fear of breaking the trance. Mmmmm.
Obviously I need to give in to my guilt more often.
By the end of the day (which included, ugh, a Programmatic Review meeting) the headache was back. Out of nowhere in the middle of my commute I found myself screaming at the driver in front of me, who braked nearly to a standstill, left blinker on, before pulling into the left-turn lane, and made the immediate decision that I needed a nap as soon as I got home. A little further down the road, my frustration with my standard and standard alternate radio stations lead to me randomly button-punching my way to a country station playing Martina McBride's "Independence Day," which is one of my favorite songs to sing along to, and after busting it out at the top of my lungs, I felt significantly better.
When I got home, I found my voter registration card waiting for me. That was more of a relief than it had any right to be, in the United States of America, but I'll take it.
And then I took a nap. It was like the Platonic Ideal of napping: cold and rainy outside, warm and toasty inside. I lay awake for a while, enjoying my mp3s playing from the other room and being comfy and warm, and just about the point when my feet finally warmed up, I fell asleep, only to wake feeling rested and calm an hour later, before the alarm I'd set. I got up and turned up the heat (must remember that it's okay to run the heat - my apartment is tiny and doesn't use much energy) and it was blasting hair-dryer-like from the vents almost instantaneously as I sat and chatted with
daveamongus and iuliamentis. Made myself easy comfort food dinner - I miss the days when sufficiently firm shaking could force a can of Campbell's condensed soup to slide out of the can with a nice suction noise, cylindrical shape perfectly maintained; this newer more creamier formula is just silly - and now I'm feeling so mellow I'm kind of afraid to move, for fear of breaking the trance. Mmmmm.