Monday 30 December 2002

Pic of the day: See song below.

Home, cold home

I am home. I am cold. I am sick and pickled in snot and tears. My sinuses hurt, or at least some of them; but most of the headache yesterday night was probably from lying awkwardly on my head during the train trips. Train trips are usually interesting that way. But I don't know whether they are the reason I almost always gets sick the day after I return from one of these "holidays". It sure isn't the drinking. (There was plenty and more than plenty of alcohol, but it tastes bad and contributes nothing to my happiness while costing loads of money for the poor host. So I stayed off.)

Seeing the flat in daylight revealed quite a number of half-grown dust bunnies. They were vacuumed in short order. But the head cold is probably caused by the mandatory exchange of viruses during such a visit.

At least I now have time to play Dark Age of Camelot again. Although the guild seems to have more or less dissipated after the coming of the add-on pack with its new improved classes. Not that I have helped much, sneaking off to play on the coop server and now sneaking off to celebrate the holidays with the woman I love and who doesn't love me. (On the bright side, we are still friends, and I realize now that her family has contributed quite a bit more than I have given them credit for. It isn't all about her, though of course as my appointed Best Friend she is special.)

Left without a hug this year. It may be that I have hugged for the last time. Which is a shame, sort of, given how late I got started with that hobby. I used to hate hugs when I was young, and now I could probably hug for hours ... depending on the huggee, of course! ^_^

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I just re-discovered this beautiful song. You really should listen to it someday if you haven't already. It sounds much better than it looks.

And keeping to himself, begins to deal
And still the king of hearts is well concealed
Another losing games comes to an end
And he deals them out again.

Neil Sedaka: Solitaire

I particularly love the last two lines. As long as there is life, a losing game is never the end.