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Hey, Ms Normal
Jun. 25th, 2004 10:01 amLast night was Night of Icons. Apart from food shopping, dinner and one Angel ep ("Lullabye"), most of the evening was spent talking with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nightskywarlock about the differences between our various graphics software packages and icon-making styles. It was good -- I don't talk to him enough, really. And, of course, I knocked together a half-dozen or so icons, which can be seen under the lj-cut.
( Sanitised for your protection. )
I'm not entirely sure what my plans for Saturday are. I could go out withcholten99 et al, or I could go out with thm, or I could just stay home all day. Each of these things have their advantages, but I'm really not sure I'm up to any of the going-out stuff. I know I'll probably really enjoy myself if I do go, but then what? We're looking at early Sunday gaming on the off chance that the weather'll be right for Andy P's barbeque, so that means that I'll still have a late Sunday regardless of what time we call a halt to the gaming. Which means that there's absolutely no fucking rest for the wicked.
Of course, there's another problem. I keep such close tabs on myself and have done for a couple of years now, and a lot of the basis I have for "being okay" comes from outside sources. That tends to lead me to this whole paranoia thing about how my social interactions work. If I don't feel like socialising -- if I just want to sit in the study and be by myself with a good book, the Sims or Photoshop instead of going out and having a good time with friends -- there's possibly "something wrong with me". Never mind the fact that I may well be completely maxed out on face-time after five days of dealing with complete weinerdogs at the hospital, or that I'm on the comedown from the migraine from Hades and really need to catch up on my relaxation time, or I just want to sit down and try to get some writing done because I haven't in months. None of that's "normal". And it doesn't matter how much bullshit I know that is because ... well, there it is, taking up billboard space in my brain.
And that's on top of the guilt over not spending as much face-time withcholten99 as is desirable. We never did get to go to the zoo. Things keep getting in the way. I really should speak up more and remind him that we did agree to do shit. Problem tends to be, though, that I assume he remembers right up until the point I find out that other plans have been made, at which point I don't want to disrupt what he obviously wants to do. See; it's true what they say about people who assume.
nightskywarlock about the differences between our various graphics software packages and icon-making styles. It was good -- I don't talk to him enough, really. And, of course, I knocked together a half-dozen or so icons, which can be seen under the lj-cut.( Sanitised for your protection. )
I'm not entirely sure what my plans for Saturday are. I could go out with
cholten99 et al, or I could go out with thm, or I could just stay home all day. Each of these things have their advantages, but I'm really not sure I'm up to any of the going-out stuff. I know I'll probably really enjoy myself if I do go, but then what? We're looking at early Sunday gaming on the off chance that the weather'll be right for Andy P's barbeque, so that means that I'll still have a late Sunday regardless of what time we call a halt to the gaming. Which means that there's absolutely no fucking rest for the wicked. Of course, there's another problem. I keep such close tabs on myself and have done for a couple of years now, and a lot of the basis I have for "being okay" comes from outside sources. That tends to lead me to this whole paranoia thing about how my social interactions work. If I don't feel like socialising -- if I just want to sit in the study and be by myself with a good book, the Sims or Photoshop instead of going out and having a good time with friends -- there's possibly "something wrong with me". Never mind the fact that I may well be completely maxed out on face-time after five days of dealing with complete weinerdogs at the hospital, or that I'm on the comedown from the migraine from Hades and really need to catch up on my relaxation time, or I just want to sit down and try to get some writing done because I haven't in months. None of that's "normal". And it doesn't matter how much bullshit I know that is because ... well, there it is, taking up billboard space in my brain.
And that's on top of the guilt over not spending as much face-time with
cholten99 as is desirable. We never did get to go to the zoo. Things keep getting in the way. I really should speak up more and remind him that we did agree to do shit. Problem tends to be, though, that I assume he remembers right up until the point I find out that other plans have been made, at which point I don't want to disrupt what he obviously wants to do. See; it's true what they say about people who assume.