The past two days have been pretty good, tiredness-wise. Both yesterday and today at work, I’ve felt like I did pre-chemo. Last night when I came home the 125 Outdoor from Hangtown was on, so I sat down on the couch to watch it. Then I laid down. Then I dozed off. I knew about the surprise ending already from RacerX (I usually don’t peek ahead, but I thought OLN wasn’t showing the 125s) so I woke up to slow motion that a few times. Other than that, it was down for the night. I still think I only felt regular after-work tired, though.
Today, it’s up in the air. I’ve felt good through the day, but the night hasn’t started yet. I’m still at work at the moment, but will probably be leaving before too long. Last time I looked, the traffic was insane going towards home, so I might go the other way and pick up my wedding suit. Only time and traffic will tell.
I saw Revenge of the Sith tonight. All of the reports have been confirmed – Lucas has redeemed himself with this one. Granted, the geek in me had to quibble with some continuity concerns, but for the most part, I was able to shut him up and enjoy the ride. By far the best thing about seeing Star Wars nowadays is going to the bathroom afterwards. A glance at the urinal and it flushes of its own accord. A wave of the hands and the faucet starts pouring out water. The spell broke when I gestured for the paper towels, though. Perhaps in a couple of more years I’ll learn that trick…
Say… maybe my horrible itching wasn’t caused by Hodgkin’s after all! Look what I found over on Gone and Forgotten today:
While I don’t recall an alien ship crashing a block away from me, that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. After all, I’m fairly sure I have a brown suit. I’m going to look into repressed memory specialists. It’s gotta be easier than chemo.