A mysterious rejuvenation

Had a pretty good weekend, all told. Struck a nice balance of getting things done that needed to be done, and getting some relaxation time in as well. It's amazing how much good that can do in terms of revitalizing one's outlook on life.

Helps also that I've been feeling rather more alive and interested in things lately than I have in quite some time. Wish I had even a foggy notion of what's caused that - hanging around feeling stifled sucks. But so far as I can tell, nothing's changed except my mood. Even the weather's still grey and oppressive; it just doesn't bother me so much. Strange.

I think I'm going to make a birthday-season resolution for this year. Specifically, I'm going to make an effort to spend more time with friends. Even if I'm not doing theatre, just getting out of the house and talking to people will help, I think.

It's hard to tell because my weight fluctuates a lot, but I do believe the bathroom scale is telling me that I've lost a few pounds. I've never been good at gauging my weight from my appearance, but Brian says he's noticed a difference - and I was just thinking recently that I've been needing to hike up my jeans more often (right when I thought I'd found a pair that fit my waist properly!). I guess the fact that I've been practically living on salads and Subway sandwiches (with whole-grain bread and lots of spinach and onions and tomatoes heaped on, naturally) has helped.

Here's to feeling happier and more alive. May it last longer than the sensation of stagnation did.

A mysterious rejuvenation

Had a pretty good weekend, all told. Struck a nice balance of getting things done that needed to be done, and getting some relaxation time in as well. It's amazing how much good that can do in terms of revitalizing one's outlook on life.

Helps also that I've been feeling rather more alive and interested in things lately than I have in quite some time. Wish I had even a foggy notion of what's caused that - hanging around feeling stifled sucks. But so far as I can tell, nothing's changed except my mood. Even the weather's still grey and oppressive; it just doesn't bother me so much. Strange.

I think I'm going to make a birthday-season resolution for this year. Specifically, I'm going to make an effort to spend more time with friends. Even if I'm not doing theatre, just getting out of the house and talking to people will help, I think.

It's hard to tell because my weight fluctuates a lot, but I do believe the bathroom scale is telling me that I've lost a few pounds. I've never been good at gauging my weight from my appearance, but Brian says he's noticed a difference - and I was just thinking recently that I've been needing to hike up my jeans more often (right when I thought I'd found a pair that fit my waist properly!). I guess the fact that I've been practically living on salads and Subway sandwiches (with whole-grain bread and lots of spinach and onions and tomatoes heaped on, naturally) has helped.

Here's to feeling happier and more alive. May it last longer than the sensation of stagnation did.

Spam spam spam spam spam!

I think my email addresses are trying to one-up each other with weird spam today.

Just now, I go into my Gmail account's spam folder so's I can empty it, and the most recent message proudly announces for my edification:

Shocking video shows Spongebob and gay sex!

Okay, I'm thinking. That's a bit stranger than usual. And then I open my Hotmail account's spam folder:

Paris Hilton Infested With Cockroaches

...Thank you, Spam Gods, for injecting a little bit of surrealism into my otherwise drab and colorless life.

Spam spam spam spam spam!

I think my email addresses are trying to one-up each other with weird spam today.

Just now, I go into my Gmail account's spam folder so's I can empty it, and the most recent message proudly announces for my edification:

Shocking video shows Spongebob and gay sex!

Okay, I'm thinking. That's a bit stranger than usual. And then I open my Hotmail account's spam folder:

Paris Hilton Infested With Cockroaches

...Thank you, Spam Gods, for injecting a little bit of surrealism into my otherwise drab and colorless life.