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November 20, 2001
I am a bad updater...
Lazy and slothful, that's me. I haven't even any good excuse like schoolwork, because I've been slacking on that, too. I blame FX. They're showing Buffy reruns, you see. And they're all episodes I haven't seen -- I didn't start watching until season 5, so I missed a lot. They start right at dinner time, so I watch while I eat, and... well, there you go. Plus, the Sims. I don't even have the new expansion pack yet -- I'm pestering my mom to get it for me for Christmas. I hadn't played in ages, and I started again the other weekend, and... well, I've been staying up too late. I've been downloading stuff for them, and building them big shiny new houses... it's madness.
So. In happy news, I do not have a brain tumor, or alien eggs hatching, or anything nasty like that. The MRI results came back clear, which is not surprising, but is still a relief. Of course, that didn't stop my head from throwing three migraines in a row at me. Oy. But at least now I can actually take medication for them. I had one yesterday too, so my boss sent me home just before lunch (I have an obscene amount of sick time, so I didn't mind). I came home, took a nap, and... played with my Sims. For hours. It's a sickness.
Tomorrow, I am off to Vermont for Thanksgiving. My brother and his girlfriend will be at my mom's too, which will be interesting... it's a very small apartment. I have no idea where we'll all sleep.It'll be fun, though.
On a less happy note, I remembered on my way home tonight that today would have been my second wedding anniversary. Funny how time passes -- the divorce doesn't seem that long ago. Neither does the wedding, for that matter. It's weird... I don't miss the ex at all. I'm much, much happier now than I was two years ago -- two years ago tonight I was numb, trying to convince myself that getting married really was a good thing, that it really was what I wanted. Things just would have gotten uglier if they had gone on any longer, and I'm still proud that I had the strength to leave him -- when it came right down to it, he didn't expect me to. He thought I would cave in, and do whatever he wanted. He got a bit of a surprise, I think. And I'm glad I've moved on. It feels good, albeit a bit strange.
Posted by Mary Ellen at November 20, 2001 09:42 PM