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Saturday, October 7th, 2006 11:55 amSo, Friday was my birthday, and as a gift to myself I decided to sleep in. Had a most excellent dream, too. Well, I suppose the part where there was an epic battle between good and evil with tyranny and mass slaughter was less than fun, but see, there was this man--a man who looked about my age, give or take a few years, but in reality had hundreds of years of experience
with pain relief. Man, was he ever good.
Oh yes, he was also enough of a mind-reader for a knowing smile to appear on his face every time I watched him pass by. I admit, the ability to ease pain wasn't his only appealing feature... still, given how I felt when I woke up in the morning, it was the analgesic properties of his hands that I missed the most. ::sigh::
(Unusually, the man's face has stuck with me. Most people in my dreams either have utterly bland faces, or they resemble people I recognize in the waking world. This face was both distinctive and unfamiliar. Odd, that.)
Anyway, turning 37 was boring and relatively uneventful, though I did finally manage to get through to my doctor's office. Also took a walk in the rain, which was less than fun thanks to the, y'know, pain. Went to bed early.
Today: Felt better than yesterday, though still pretty tired. Read a bit. Had an epiphany which produced gales of silent laughter and a resolve to keep doing what I was planning on doing anyway. The day also included various short but fun conversations with housemates, a short walk (longer than yesterday's), lots of music, not nearly enough caffeine, whichever syndicated SF-type shows happened to be on TV when I flicked it on, and bits of chocolate-covered cheesecake. Not the most exciting Saturday ever, but it certainly could have been worse.
Even though I've been sleeping a lot, I'm tired enough that I have no idea how much of the above is in grammatical English. My apologies if I've been speaking Gweurpiurghh again.
with pain relief. Man, was he ever good.
Oh yes, he was also enough of a mind-reader for a knowing smile to appear on his face every time I watched him pass by. I admit, the ability to ease pain wasn't his only appealing feature... still, given how I felt when I woke up in the morning, it was the analgesic properties of his hands that I missed the most. ::sigh::
(Unusually, the man's face has stuck with me. Most people in my dreams either have utterly bland faces, or they resemble people I recognize in the waking world. This face was both distinctive and unfamiliar. Odd, that.)
Anyway, turning 37 was boring and relatively uneventful, though I did finally manage to get through to my doctor's office. Also took a walk in the rain, which was less than fun thanks to the, y'know, pain. Went to bed early.
Today: Felt better than yesterday, though still pretty tired. Read a bit. Had an epiphany which produced gales of silent laughter and a resolve to keep doing what I was planning on doing anyway. The day also included various short but fun conversations with housemates, a short walk (longer than yesterday's), lots of music, not nearly enough caffeine, whichever syndicated SF-type shows happened to be on TV when I flicked it on, and bits of chocolate-covered cheesecake. Not the most exciting Saturday ever, but it certainly could have been worse.
Even though I've been sleeping a lot, I'm tired enough that I have no idea how much of the above is in grammatical English. My apologies if I've been speaking Gweurpiurghh again.