Maybe the best day of our lives...immortalized in poster form on AJ's wall.
I think I have the flu. There've been two different strains going around my school for the past 2 weeks. I think I've got the worse one. The one with stomach problems. Not that I care. I'm still going to Tokyo tomorrow. In 8 hours actually. I most likely won't sleep again before that either since I only woke up 2 hours ago from a 16 hour marathon. It wasn't as nice as it sounds. Oh well, I've got a lot to do to get ready for something I've been looking forward to for years so I'm not gonna worry about it now. Monday on the other hand might suck a lot.
Recently I've been doing some strange things. Things I never thought I would, especially without even realizing it till the habit was well formed & ridiculously hard to break. For starters, I've been wearing my contacts almost every day. Of course, that's what I should do, right? Seeing is good. But after having them for a year & a half & only wearing them once a week at most before this winter, it's kind of surprising that I have no problem with it anymore. They used to hurt. And now, they don't. To the point that I don't even notice them for most of the day. The eyedrops I used to pour in constantly have become a rather unnecessary & wasteful habit now. But I'm scared that one day I'll be so unbothered by having little slivers of plastic in my eye that I'll forget about them completely & wake up with my eyes crusted shut like my uncle did that one time when I was visiting him as a kid. One of the creepiest things I've ever seen.
As a result of being able to see all day long, and liking it (imagine that...), I've started wearing my glasses more too. I come home, take out my contacts, spend about an hour doing stuff around the house & realize I'm frustrated by the low clarity of my vision. So I put my glasses on. I've hated wearing glasses for 12 years! Something is seriously wrong with me. Shit, it's probably because I'm getting old. Less than 2 months from 30 now...
The last new habit is a bit less comically bad. More like actually bad. Shockingly bad really. I've been grinding my teeth. I didn't even realize I was doing it until my "twin" told me. I mean, I knew I was doing something with my teeth, but I wouldn't have described it as grinding. I said my jaw hurt. I thought it was from the way I'd been....clicking my teeth. Shifting them, if you will, back and forth so that my wisdom teeth felt like they might be on the verge of becoming loose. They're not really of course, but I like the funny, sore feeling it produces in my gums. He just stared at me & said, "You're grinding your teeth." Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And I was like, "NO! No........I'm not.......grinding is like.......like, grinding. You push them together, and......and.......huh.........." Crap. I love my teeth!
But as I know all too well, Newton's whatever number law says, "A body persists its state of rest or of uniform motion unless acted upon by an external unbalanced force." And once I start doing something I can't stop until something makes me. Or vice versa. Once I stop doing something, I can't start up again unless something, or someone forces me to. It can be a bit of a problem sometimes...
"Are you happy where you're standing still? Do you really want the sugar pill? I'll wake up tomorrow & I'll start. Tonight it feels so hard."
