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jianantonicI'm feeling pretty good, I guess. I got one of my most anxiety-inducing tasks out of the way at work yesterday, so I was able to relax a bit when I got home, and here at the office today. Bridge was kinda crappy last night. I forgot that Ann and I don't play 1430 and missed a slam because of it, then on the next board she pitched the setting trick, etc. We were 2nd or 3rd overall, but still didn't have a game to be proud of.
11 days until Ahren gets home. It's been going alright without him here. I don't like it, of course, but I'm keeping myself occupied and time isn't standing completely still. Tonight I'll go to the gym after work and then to the grocery store. I've also got a fair amount of housework to catch up on, so I'll work on that. I need to decorate more. I need to get the rest of my crap out of storage and find a place to put it all. I haven't the foggiest idea where my summer clothes are. Is that excuse enough to buy new ones? Probably not.
I'm finally not sore anymore from the one-two punch of back to back training days with Jen. That's kind of a lie, actually. My rear is still a bit tender, but I can ignore it enough to get a decent workout, I believe.
I didn't sleep very well last night because of a stupid dream I had that got me all riled up. It was a bridge dream - what else? - and it was actually a combination of several annoying things that have really happened to me in the course of my bridge existence, all rolled up into a single instance in my mind. I woke myself up screaming and crying at an imaginary woman in my dream. Not the most relaxing sleep I've ever had.
The weird thing is that I've had several dreams lately that involve me losing my temper and making a spectacle of myself at a bridge game. I would never do that! I've lost my temper at a lot of insignificant things, but I've been able to keep my cool under even the fiercest of trespasses at the bridge table. Raising your voice is not something you do at a bridge game. It just doesn't happen. In the rare instances that it does happen, you get kicked out of the game and often banned. And these dreams have been no way representative of how I wish I could behave if I weren't bound by the strict ethical guidelines of the ACBL. If I had the chance, there are several people I'd like to give a piece of my mind, but I wouldn't come out of the confrontation screaming and crying. It would be more like a great feeling of relief.
Which brings me to a very random thought, that might just give readers a little more insight into my mind than they really want. You've been warned.
I think a better metaphor than "a great weight lifted off one's shoulders" would be to say that "it was like having a perfect bowel movement after days of constipation and embarrassing flatulence attacks." I mean, I don't know that I've really struggled with weights on my shoulders before, but that second thing, I can relate to that. Just saying.
Peace.
11 days until Ahren gets home. It's been going alright without him here. I don't like it, of course, but I'm keeping myself occupied and time isn't standing completely still. Tonight I'll go to the gym after work and then to the grocery store. I've also got a fair amount of housework to catch up on, so I'll work on that. I need to decorate more. I need to get the rest of my crap out of storage and find a place to put it all. I haven't the foggiest idea where my summer clothes are. Is that excuse enough to buy new ones? Probably not.
I'm finally not sore anymore from the one-two punch of back to back training days with Jen. That's kind of a lie, actually. My rear is still a bit tender, but I can ignore it enough to get a decent workout, I believe.
I didn't sleep very well last night because of a stupid dream I had that got me all riled up. It was a bridge dream - what else? - and it was actually a combination of several annoying things that have really happened to me in the course of my bridge existence, all rolled up into a single instance in my mind. I woke myself up screaming and crying at an imaginary woman in my dream. Not the most relaxing sleep I've ever had.
The weird thing is that I've had several dreams lately that involve me losing my temper and making a spectacle of myself at a bridge game. I would never do that! I've lost my temper at a lot of insignificant things, but I've been able to keep my cool under even the fiercest of trespasses at the bridge table. Raising your voice is not something you do at a bridge game. It just doesn't happen. In the rare instances that it does happen, you get kicked out of the game and often banned. And these dreams have been no way representative of how I wish I could behave if I weren't bound by the strict ethical guidelines of the ACBL. If I had the chance, there are several people I'd like to give a piece of my mind, but I wouldn't come out of the confrontation screaming and crying. It would be more like a great feeling of relief.
Which brings me to a very random thought, that might just give readers a little more insight into my mind than they really want. You've been warned.
I think a better metaphor than "a great weight lifted off one's shoulders" would be to say that "it was like having a perfect bowel movement after days of constipation and embarrassing flatulence attacks." I mean, I don't know that I've really struggled with weights on my shoulders before, but that second thing, I can relate to that. Just saying.
Peace.
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Date: 2007-03-09 06:14 pm (UTC)*dead*
I think you'll be amused (or possibly offended, but most likely amused) that yesterday, I had to abruptly stop the treadmill for an urgent movement. I thought to myself - Megan would appreciate this.
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Date: 2007-03-09 06:16 pm (UTC)Just fyi - Meg is short for Margaret. I'm not a Megan, but enough people call me that that I respond to it without blinking, I guess.
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Date: 2007-03-09 08:01 pm (UTC)Fisher King
Date: 2007-03-09 08:39 pm (UTC)-- Kevin
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