Once again the weekly Starbucks update.
Once again my life isn’t that interesting.
I read in the paper today about diaries. Women, by far, are the most likely to keep one. The second point was that diary writers are usually depressed. Either depressed people are more likely to write, or writing makes you depressed. They weren’t sure.
I know I am usually depressed. I’m tempted to say that writing this journal contributes to that. When I go and reflect on the recent events of the day, which happens when I write, it usually hammers home a self assessment of my life. Usually I come up wanting.
Canticle also writes, and he always seems reasonably happy to me. Even when he’s upset about something, I secretly think that he is happy to have something to rant against. But, his most frequent postings are not about what’s happening in his life in minute details. Instead it is an opinion column sans editor. Quite a bit different from a diary.
I’ve set myself a grueling schedule. Mondays and Thursdays are Improv classes. Wednesdays has the evening runs. Fridays play host to a game night. Tuesdays then become evenings to try and catch up on chores. So weekends I am really tired, and I find myself wasting time watching TV that I’m not really enjoying. (Transformers Energon is nothing like the original Transformers.)
The weather here is warm. It was one above during today’s morning run, so I could go in shorts. Everyone else pointed and laughed (figuratively, with a dash of literally, speaking), but I was comfortable. And it is easier to run in shorts. Less clothing to lug around on the only part of the body really moving.
I made myself a new dish for dinner. Too much caramelized onions, but still good.
There was a D&D game on Friday. No deaths. But I did get to see my “good” players murder someone begging for their life. The slow path of corruption begins.
So, I now know that there is no Eurotrip for this year. I’ve got to make my own vacation plans. I’m tempted to repeat the Jamaican trip. I suppose I could go to Europe on my own, but that just doesn’t sound like the best of ideas.