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My body decided to reject my breakfast this morning in a not-so-pretty way. So even though I don't feel too horrible, save some stomach churnings, I'm staying home so I can pray to my own porcelein god, if necessary, and not the public work one. Hopefully some ginger ale and saltines will be fine. I'm glad it's chilly and rainy out, which makes me less guilty about staying home, since they won't suspect me playing hooky to play outside.

On the Today show they're talking about infidelity. It's strange to hear these 'experts' talking about sex in a very non-sexual way.

Okay, back to moaning on the futon and getting more sympathy from limenal.

feelings. nothing more than....feelings.

For the most part, I'm feeling better. Though I'm still holding off on significant portions of food until tomorrow.

My day was fairly productive from a cleaning standpoint. I wasn't particularly sick enough to need bedrest, but I wasn't exactly up for anything super strenuous. So vacuuming and bleaching the bathroom seemed to be an okay blend of activities.

I'm supposed to spend tonight studying since I didn't do it this afternoon, but so far that's not really happening. It might happen when MelRo leaves for dinner, but somehow I doubt it. Maybe I shouldn't be feeling so negative, but for some reason my mood has turned sour in the past couple hours. Maybe it's the sun setting and the day being over. Maybe it's overreacting to general feelings of malaise and not feeling very happy about myself in general. I'm feeling rather unattractive, but not in a physical way -- =wWhich is sort of throwing me off. It's definitely more mental -- like I'm currently lacking in of the thinking skills required in making myself interesting or attractive to someone.

Then again, maybe since I'm in need of a shower and I've spent the day in basketball shorts without interacting with people, I should wait and analyze myself when the chips are totally stacked against me. I'm also feeling the need for a haircut, which tends to make me strangely anxious. Perhaps I will rectify THAT situation tonight.

Perhaps I should also turn off Notting Hill, which I actually sort of enjoy as a movie, but it definitely makes me anxious, the same way most sitcoms do as well. And of course, seeing movies like this will cause me to say "right, right" for several days after the fact

Kissing Jessica Stein

Yesterday I had Cinqo de Mayo brunch with Coworker Friend, along with one of her infamous long walks. We covered everything from George Clinton to the history of hip hop to gentrification to bisexuality.

Last night I read my lucid dreaming book before going to sleep. I unintentionally managed to make myself wake up EVERY time last night after EVERY dream. Which doesn't truly affect one's sleep cycle -- most folks do this but we fall alseep so quickly that we don't remember it happening. But because I went to sleep with the goal of "remembering my dreams", I did a little TOO good of a job of it. In one dream, I composed an LJ poll related to the movie Kissing Jessica Stein, based on my conversation with CoWorker Friend yesterday. I don't remember all the questions, only some of them, so I imporvised the rest. I also added a question based on a conversation I just had with limenal. This has a quasi-sociological purpose, but if you haven't seen the movie, feel free to answer the other 7 questions if you feel like it -- I'm always interested in learning what folks think.

(Of course, feel free to leave comments if you want to expand on an answer. UPDATE: ACK!! I just realized I didn't list female-bodied genderqueer/genderfree humans! ACK!! oh well.)

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