January 24, 2002 :: 11:48 p.m.
in which I am possessed by the Gloominous Doom
I'm feeling extremely irritable right now. You have been warned.
I went to the Subway Cafe with Joe. We got pizza and chocolate cake - how's that for a tasty combination? It was really empty; there weren't even any waitresses. I guess they don't come in until after 5, because the place doesn't get busy until then. The bartender - Scotty - got us our pizza and such. He's a cool guy. He's been working there for as long as I've been going there, which is really since I was born. It's kind of the "family restaurant," as in the restaurant that my family always goes to. It's been around since my dad was a little kid, with the same owners and everything. The little Italian woman who ran the place just died last year. She was in her eighties, but she didn't look it. She was cute.
Anyway. Lunch was good. I wouldn't really recommend the chocolate cake, though. The icing wasn't that great. Blah. Joe and I discussed an issue that's been eating at me lately, which was good. It helped. It made me feel a bit validated, because he agreed with me. It's nice to know that I'm not completely selfish and horrible. I won't go into the details of said issue here, because if certain persons read it, it could open up a big old can of worms that I'd really rather not deal with.
After Subway, we rented Bram Stoker's Dracula and The Mists of Avalon. I'd never seen Dracula before, so that was kind of cool. If nothing else, it served to reaffirm my faith in Keanu Reeves as a stiff, unemotional tree stump with a monotone voice and no facial expressions of which to speak. Avalon rocks, of course. We started it up when Morgaine is going to Avalon as a child, and kept it going until the Beltane scene. We're going to get together to watch the whole thing this weekend sometime, because I love it, and I want the DVD, and I will cry if I don't get it. I'll throw a fit, I tell you.
There's something terribly wrong with the right side of my body. The ribcage region, specifically. I have no idea what it is, but it hurts really badly, and it needs to stop. It hurts to bend, to sit, to lay. It hurts to breathe if I do it too hard. It sort of feels like my ribs are being crushed, but at the same time it burns. It's highly unpleasant and I would prefer if it went far, far away and bothered someone else.
I'm going up to see Adam tomorrow night. I'm slightly cheered by this, but not much. Usually I'd be all giddy and excited, but I'm too lackluster for that right now. Hopefully I'll wake up tomorrow and be cheerful and happy, or at least less listless, because otherwise I'll be no fun to hang out with. Blah.
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