I managed to get through work yesterday and today without touching the cats at all. Yay. I mean, they've stopped jumping up like they usually do, which is good, but they're generally okay. I just don't like to eat after petting animals. It just seems wrong.
Went out to IHOP with Greg yesterday. Mmm, pancakes. I've never had anything at IHOP except pancakes. It just wouldn't make sense to go to IHOP and get chicken, you know? Great food, good conversation, and Greg. And I got home nice and early so I wasn't too tired this morning.
Work today was okay. I'm back to filing, only this time it's hundreds of articles for her dissertation. Some of them are really interesting, but it's just so tedious. And somehow, telling her stories from camp isn't as interesting as telling other people. I don't know. Maybe so many weeks is making me tired of her. I lost a friend because I was tired of her; I spent, like, three nights straight at her house while her mom was off being a camp counselor. We got in a fight, and things got all messy, and... we weren't friends anymore.
I feel the same way about piano lately, like I'm getting tired of it. Unless I really put work into mastering the classics, why am I still playing? Why are my parents still playing for lessons that aren't really? I play, she listens, she finds me interesting music, occasionally I get a note wrong, and I use her piano to work on my dynamics. If I put the money they use for lessons into sheet music, it would be basically the same. Without a real piano to play on, but still.
Lately, everything reminds me of camp last week. That's to be expected, though. I did more in a day there than I have
ever done before. So it's like I was there for two weeks instead of just one. Greg seems a little hurt whenever I talk about camp. It changed me so much (maybe not all for the better...). I wish I could have shared that experience with him. If I didn't know he'd be rather old for that camp, I'd suggest he go next summer. The age range is 13 (incoming freshmen) to 18 (graduated seniors, I presume), but I was one of the older people there. Some of the counselors were/are only 17. I wonder if Vicki would be interested....
So many things to do, so little desire to do them. Stupid school. Stupid stress. Stupid distractions. Argh.
