February 3, 2001 — Happiness is such hard work

Since Gillian and I broke up, I have mostly just worked on silly Internet things late into the night in the hopes of not having to think of anything else. But now that I'm starting to dread the thought of continuing on this binge of site improvements and PERL coding, I've nothing left for me to do and the emptiness that probably should have sunk in last week has started to kick in now. I'm still going out and doing things, but I just want to lie in bed and use, "But if I get out of bed, I'll just have to get back into bed later," as my excuse for not leaving the house. Maybe during my year off I'll have a chance to live out this appealing lifestyle, in which my only worry would be bedsores. I look forward to the day.

I managed to make it to brunch for the first time in quite awhile. I'm actually sorta kinda putting meal plan to semi-decent (in a vegetarian sort of way) use this week. Admittedly, I had peanut butter sandwiches and Froot Loops for dinner, but hey, at least I didn't go with my usual half-my-meals-unused strategy come the end of the week.

Immediately after brunch, I headed out to buy a new Web cam. I've put it into partial use as the main camera for the site today, but it won't really be in full effect until sometime tomorrow. It'll be nifty, honest. (It ended up costing $287.50, so it ought to be pretty darned nifty. Admittedly, that's after tax. And in canadian dollars. Draw your own conclusions.) The fun part is that it doubles as a normal digital camera, so I can carry it around with me and take pictures for my journals without worrying about scanning them. I'm thinking of making next week the digital photography extravaganza in my journal, which will basically entail me taking pictures of everything I see, no matter how inane. (Photos of Greg's favourite pinball tables? Why not, there's no film to develop!) I'll keep you informed.

Andrew visited later in the afternoon. We showed rather poor judgement in deciding to go see "Charlie's Angels" at the three-dollar theatres in the Eatons Centre. Bad idea. Admittedly, there are one or two decent theatres there. But the vast majority of them are brutal. And the one we were in was the most digusting I've ever seen. You know how most theatres have a projector in the back of the theatre? Not this one. It was basically a rear-projection, big-screen television. With two speakers on either side, and nothing else in the entire theatre. The other bonus was that the movie wasn't framed even vaguely properly, cutting off the second line of subtitles at the bottom and leaving a coupld feet of blackness at the bottom of the screen. But don't worry, those of us who were watching closely could see part of the bottom bit of the screen at the very top. In the end, I'm kind of glad that the movie was so easy to dislike, since I'd've been fairly frustrated if it had been something I could have seen myself enjoying otherwise.

I'm really not all that keen on writing a journal right now, and I think that I could have made more of today had I stayed in bed. Which is where I'm going to go now, in the hopes of starting tomorrow pretending today never happened. Such waste.