Hey, that sounds like: nothing -- it's time to go home!
But first, more doll show photos:
( Another semi-cool, non-girly doll show photo. )
Note the size of the Post-It, in comparison with those huge-ass Star Wars cards. I could probably have taken a better picture of those to illustrate their huge-osity, but trust me: that's a standard-size bookshelf they're sitting on.
Now we've come to the portion of the doll show photos where the people who mocked my masculinity for going have more of a case. But since I've grown as a person in the past, I dunno, week or whatever, those people can all go whistle. I saw some dolls in pretty dresses, and I'm comfortable with that.
( Dolls in pretty dresses, etc. )
So since Monday or thereabouts, I've been a bit sluggish and fitfully bored at times. Not taking my usual joie de vivre in daily activities like reading and watching TV, and getting out of bed to go to work is becoming a struggle, despite getting between 9 and 10 hours of sleep a night. (And usually I prefer 6.5 to 7 hours.) Even writing Words Of The Day seems like an unwelcome chore -- and those only take what, 20 minutes on the outside. Once I'm at work, I shamble through my day, then I go home, and all I want to do is eat and go to bed.
I was a bit sick through the middle of last week. (Which was entirely my fault: Pamela was ill the last weekend I was down there -- for the doll show -- and I refused to let that stop me from getting all grabby and touchy and feely and use your imagination with her.) But a lazy weekend spent at home pretty much polished off the remaining germs, so the fatigue and general lassitude remains a bit of a mystery. Of course, the weather in Chicago has been typically sucky lately, and since Sunday was the first day of spring, I am REALLY getting anxious for some goddamned sunshine and warm temperatures, tout suite. And yet, the weather was just as bad or worse last week, and I didn't have the same drawn-out, I'na-wanna-do-nothin' feeling that I have today.
Then today, since Pamela is going through a rough patch emotionally at the moment, it suddenly hit me: could this be what my periodic bouts of depression feel like, when I don't have anything in particular to be sad about? I'm not upset or even anxious about anything -- I just don't have any energy. All the same physical symptoms are there, and the short attention span and lack of satisfaction from my normal daily activities are there, but emotionally I feel fine. Still happy and fulfilled and wanting to spend as much time as possible with Pam, who if anybody understands what it's like to be at a low ebb every now and again.
The only real bummer is that I'd been hoping I'd be able to clean up around the house a bit after work this week, and maybe make it out to Pam's again this weekend -- I have my non-kosher Jewish meal thing to go to on Easter Sunday, of course; but if I left straight from work on Friday night I could still spend most of the weekend with her, anyway. But as run-down as I've been feeling this week, there just ain't no way I am up to sweeping a metric ton of cat fur out of the carpet, dusting, vacuuming, or scrubbing the kitchen or bathroom after a long day at work. So those Augean tasks are definitely going to have to wait for the weekend, which means I won't be able to use that time to go see Pam. Sigh.
But on the bright side, I have the following weekend completely open, which means I can spend the whole time with her, with no need to worry about driving back to Chicagoland on Sunday under time pressure so I'm not late for my brisket and latkes. Plus, I get paid that Friday, which will enable me to spoil her more when I do make it back out there at last.
Our next edition of SOTA will feature some news items and updates to my Plans For The Future. Stay tuned. :)
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