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Monday are my kryptonite
Jul. 14th, 2008 09:22 pmFriday was a whirlwind tour of Noir, the Estate, and TT's. Noir was nice and dark, with tasty drinks and a nice mix of friends. the Estate was a beautiful location, with a very different crowd. If the music was a little better, I'd go back in heartbeat. New crowds are good, but you have to like the music when you go out. Or, just really lower your expectations and observe something new. People are pretty much the same, regardless of the scene you're in. TT's was pretty empty of most of the usual folks, but there were some familiar faces and some good old school industrial, which made the end of my night.
Saturday was given over to movies: Hancock (disappointing, some good ideas not realized well, rent it), Wanted (better than I thought, very pretty and great summer fun, I'll buy it), and later in the night Hellboy II (pretty, a little hard to get into, but I'd probably enjoy a second viewing). The night started out pretty empty, but I took the reins and made something happen.
Sunday I got in some Warhammer: a win and a loss, so fair enough.
Today was an example in fail: My appointment with the doctor was supposed to be for trigger point injections. Instead it was a cursory examination where he said one arm was weaker than the other (the one suffering all the shoulder problems), and I needed an MRI. I canceled my plans later for the day, and made it there on time. Being in an MRI is like being stuffed in a torpedo tube and listening to a power noise concert. I closed my eyes, breathed slowly, and enjoyed the concert. For a while. I'd been in about seven minutes, not moving, and they announced the next session would be five minutes. That's when I started to lose it. I tried to go back in, felt my breath quicken, and was about to vomit, so I called it quits. It appears I'm more claustrophobic that I thought. I was out of it for most of the day, and blew off poi. I've lost a lot of my drive for going lately, it's something I'm going to have to come to grips with soon.
I'm a bit on the fence about going out, but I think I need to do it. Steam needs to be blown off, and perhaps a few conversations could be had.
Saturday was given over to movies: Hancock (disappointing, some good ideas not realized well, rent it), Wanted (better than I thought, very pretty and great summer fun, I'll buy it), and later in the night Hellboy II (pretty, a little hard to get into, but I'd probably enjoy a second viewing). The night started out pretty empty, but I took the reins and made something happen.
Sunday I got in some Warhammer: a win and a loss, so fair enough.
Today was an example in fail: My appointment with the doctor was supposed to be for trigger point injections. Instead it was a cursory examination where he said one arm was weaker than the other (the one suffering all the shoulder problems), and I needed an MRI. I canceled my plans later for the day, and made it there on time. Being in an MRI is like being stuffed in a torpedo tube and listening to a power noise concert. I closed my eyes, breathed slowly, and enjoyed the concert. For a while. I'd been in about seven minutes, not moving, and they announced the next session would be five minutes. That's when I started to lose it. I tried to go back in, felt my breath quicken, and was about to vomit, so I called it quits. It appears I'm more claustrophobic that I thought. I was out of it for most of the day, and blew off poi. I've lost a lot of my drive for going lately, it's something I'm going to have to come to grips with soon.
I'm a bit on the fence about going out, but I think I need to do it. Steam needs to be blown off, and perhaps a few conversations could be had.
