So, I went to bed at about 11:45 last night. The last thing I did before bed was do some errant dishes, for which I usually take off my ring and my watch. As I'm going up the stairs, I realized that I'd forgotten to put them back on. I put my ring back on, but set my watch on my desk because it's big with lots of snaggy clasps and things and I didn't want to scrape myself in the night.

I didn't wake up to my alarm. The clock looked normal to me, when in fact it's almost 10 minutes fast. Apparently, a power surge must've hit right after before midnight. When I booted my computer, it prompted me to re-register for the internet after refusing to recognize my keyboard. Odd.

Then I look at my hands. My watch was on, my ring was not. I have very small fingers. I tend to only wear rings that fit snugly because I have a problem with losing jewelry-- therefore, my ring is a size 5 that I have to literally pull to get off. After a search, I found it on my floor. There is no way I could've gotten it off my finger in the night without waking myself up. What the hell?



Today: finish that ego meme, write two brief papers, finish Soprano crest for the madrigal dinner.

I.E.-- Christina has two papers due and she's procrastinating.

satikat:: I've only met you once, but I feel like I'm slowly getting to know you through the internet. You seem very grounded and insightful. While others may see you as too gruff, you're very sweet to those around you, and you're generally a willing support. I hope to see you again soon (are you coming to the madrigal dinner?) and do some ritual with you (and a reading). We should make plans because I like what I see and want to get to know you better.

desertsong:: Rick, you have no reason to be as generous to a complete stranger as you are. You completely made my day, and just knowing that people can be so gracious occasionally restores my faith in humanity. Of all the people on my friendslist, you're in the top five of people I'd want to sit down to a cup of coffee with. I feel like I don't really know the you beneath the surface facts and interests, and I'd like to, if only so I can figure out what sets you apart. Or what you have in common with most of the men I consider friends that sets you apart from most of your male species. You're a cool guy, and I appreciate your presence on my friends page.

asphyxia:: Chris. Just, wow, Chris. You have been through so much and the road still stretches before you. You have so much farther to go in becoming who you will be. The person you are right now is so transitory, so in progress, and yet you manage to be so mature and honest. You are someone who notices the details, you have such a grace and warmth about you. I would say that I wish things would come together for you, but unless you believe they have, you won't be satisfied. This is not a bad thing. You may not know exactly how things will turn out, but I appreciate your relentless search for who you are. Not many people would give up security to come out of the cocoon. Your posts rivet me, they amaze me. I genuinely care for you, and I will always be an ear and not judge you. You are beautiful inside and out-- I wish there was a mirror for you to see.

faerishimmer:: Steph-- your journal is somewhat magical. You're a darling, beautiful girl, and there's always a sense of twilit haze to everything you touch. I wish you could send a little of that natural magic my way. I love your sense of wonder, your eye for the fantastic.

astaria51:: You've got such a cool brain. We don't share a whole lotta interests, but somehow, I'm interested in what you say. I think it's mostly the honesty and the earnestness in which you say it. There's a sense of you that comes through that sets you apart, and I think that's neat. You love wholly, you give good advice. I'm glad we're cool.

Okay. Did I miss anyone??

In other news, some completely random girl interviewed me about Wicca because she's doing a paper on it for her religion class. It went about an hour long-- she had good questions and I think I represented well enough. I wish I could get ahold of her paper to see how it turned out. Hmm. Maybe I'll ask her for a copy whenever she comes in the bookstore next.

And, um... stay tuned for some verrry interesting pictures of Heather completely kicking Rac's ass. Hee.