AUBREEVISION - Observations from the far side of the dial

Today is a day where my brain's not quite recovered from an earlier bout of the snarls. Eric left early to get to New Hampshire before the snow. He had entertained the idea of staying another night, so we both were a bit disappointed.

And that was how the day began. Then...

I spent several hours trying to unravel the mysteries of Linux (Eric's trying to convert me). Decided I needed some music and tried to snag me some quality online radio. Two hours later, I still couldn't make any of several media players cooperate or find a suitable Linux-friendly download. By then was doubly irritated at not only Linux, but also at myself for wasting two hours on crap when there are more important things to do, like find a job. And since I had earlier broken my no-coffee-during-PMS rule, I was also enjoying the sensation of an electric current raging through my body and a vice-grip of anxiety short-circuiting my mind.

So then...

I decided to have a drink to settle my nerves and improve my mood. Didn't work.

Played Rally-x mindlessly, deliberately crashing my car because I didn't really feel like playing in the first place. Shovelled a box of chocolate raisins into my face and didn't really taste them.

Cleaned up. Got message from Eric that he'd arrived home sound and safe. Configured my new pedometer. Threw out old fridge food and split my pants open in the process. We both knew it was coming.

Watched the Golden Globes and noted the expressions on the nominees' faces as they were introduced. Many took the cooler-than-thou approach, acting as though they were dragged in kicking & screaming and found the adoration rather tedious. Some were bizarrely self-deprecating, rolling their eyes and violently shaking their heads while the cameras zoomed in and their colleagues applauded. The easiest to watch were those who simply bypassed the false modesty with a gracious smile and nod.

Sleepy and scummy-toothed, must brush and hush. Brain-state is akin to a bruise -- still tender from injuries sustained. Must rest & re-circuit, sleep off the lingering grey of emotional hangover. Tomorrow's a new day, etc. Nighty!