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Dec. 3rd, 2015 01:21 pmThis week just Will Not End. I knew that was going to happen, but it isn't much fun to be right about that. At least the concertmaster for the orchestra this semester is easy on the eyes, so I had something to distract myself from being at two and a half hours of dress rehearsal on Monday and three and a half hours last night.
Today's fun and games was an eye appointment. Good in that there's nothing wrong with my retinas, but annoying in that this is one of the times when having my eyes dilated means I can't see as well as I'd like for several hours afterward. That doesn't always happen, but this time it did and I don't trust myself to write any important correspondence while I can't see straight. So here I sit in my sunglasses, waiting for the edges of the icons on my desktop to stop being fuzzy, and the flirting-with-headache feeling to go away. Although the flirting-with-headache feeling may be a consequence of not eating any breakfast.
I started eating too much again, partly because of Thanksgiving, partly because the weather got cold, and partly because I'm falling back into bad habits (the best reaction to stress is not Consume Calories). So I've fallen back into my size 10 pants. I suppose it's good that I know why I did that, but now I have to come up with the willpower to reverse it. I will, because I can. I can, because I have. But I have written off this week already, so I will start on Saturday.
Today's fun and games was an eye appointment. Good in that there's nothing wrong with my retinas, but annoying in that this is one of the times when having my eyes dilated means I can't see as well as I'd like for several hours afterward. That doesn't always happen, but this time it did and I don't trust myself to write any important correspondence while I can't see straight. So here I sit in my sunglasses, waiting for the edges of the icons on my desktop to stop being fuzzy, and the flirting-with-headache feeling to go away. Although the flirting-with-headache feeling may be a consequence of not eating any breakfast.
I started eating too much again, partly because of Thanksgiving, partly because the weather got cold, and partly because I'm falling back into bad habits (the best reaction to stress is not Consume Calories). So I've fallen back into my size 10 pants. I suppose it's good that I know why I did that, but now I have to come up with the willpower to reverse it. I will, because I can. I can, because I have. But I have written off this week already, so I will start on Saturday.
