observation

You know, there's a case in which it doesn't matter how you feel about a person, really doesn't matter. If you've got anything at all invested in someone emotionally, and they say they aren't in love with you, it twinges like a bitch. It doesn't hurt (or not in every case, or not all the time), but it twinges and plays with your brane and doesn't let go easily.

Someday I will write up the L word, and its different meanings for me.

observation

You know, there's a case in which it doesn't matter how you feel about a person, really doesn't matter. If you've got anything at all invested in someone emotionally, and they say they aren't in love with you, it twinges like a bitch. It doesn't hurt (or not in every case, or not all the time), but it twinges and plays with your brane and doesn't let go easily.

Someday I will write up the L word, and its different meanings for me.

Boy, that was bleak.

The day has been mostly great, with the exception of that twinge described earlier. Which will go away (*to twinge* NOW), and things will be fine.

They are fine now. Good, even. Just saw with Teshka the Russian cartoon "The Bremen Musicians," which I haven't seen in yeeeeears, and it is so great! I'd love to show it to some of my non-Russian-speaking friends, since the only words in it are song lyrics, and it's really easy to follow. And it's trippy, man. It was made in the 70s. They wear 70s garb, and the princess wears skimpy skirts and is generally very cool. As is the troubadour, on whom I had one of my first crushes, at the age of something like 4.

Took an unexpected three-and-a-half-hour nap this afternoon. It felt great. I may have further mucked with my sleep schedule, but will make myself go to bed at 11 and see what happens.

Every time something relatively small like this twinge thing happens, I realize just how much life doesn't suck on the whole, and how much happier we would all be if we didn't fixate on the little things.

And how much easier the big bad stuff would be to deal with. The big bad stuff which still beats us over the head with a vengeance sometimes.

Perspective. That's important, right?

Boy, that was bleak.

The day has been mostly great, with the exception of that twinge described earlier. Which will go away (*to twinge* NOW), and things will be fine.

They are fine now. Good, even. Just saw with Teshka the Russian cartoon "The Bremen Musicians," which I haven't seen in yeeeeears, and it is so great! I'd love to show it to some of my non-Russian-speaking friends, since the only words in it are song lyrics, and it's really easy to follow. And it's trippy, man. It was made in the 70s. They wear 70s garb, and the princess wears skimpy skirts and is generally very cool. As is the troubadour, on whom I had one of my first crushes, at the age of something like 4.

Took an unexpected three-and-a-half-hour nap this afternoon. It felt great. I may have further mucked with my sleep schedule, but will make myself go to bed at 11 and see what happens.

Every time something relatively small like this twinge thing happens, I realize just how much life doesn't suck on the whole, and how much happier we would all be if we didn't fixate on the little things.

And how much easier the big bad stuff would be to deal with. The big bad stuff which still beats us over the head with a vengeance sometimes.

Perspective. That's important, right?