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Sep. 2nd, 2008 05:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thanateI find that I like the smell of ripe tomato vines. Not the tomatoes themselves (which I don't care for unless heavily processed but not in ketchup) but the green viney smell when you go out to pick them.
What I do not like is pushing myself a little too far and ending up with a week or so of intermittent eyestrain headaches which then blend into weird sinus headaches for no particularly good reason. I do not like going home at 1:30 in the hope that I will be functional tomorrow, and then being unable to do much of anything because I can't look at stuff, and I do not like that the fact I do this (or rather, *can't* do certain things) is so little a part of my self-image that I forget I have these limitations until after I hit them. Bah. Cognitive dissonance strikes again-- I may not have any broken bones that ache in off-weather, but my eyes are far too easily strained because I've been abusing them too long. Don't like thinking of myself as injured, or unable to do anything I want.
On the up-side, I'm feeling much better just right now, so I'm off to gaming where there will be people to keep me entertained in a non-vision-intensive manner, and there was interesting doll hair in the mail. Lady temporarily adopted some of it, and is now trying to convince me she's a bermann. Or at least, I keep seeing her chin and hair out of the corner of my eye and thinking "Martel" for no particularly apparent reason. It's not as if they look at all alike.
What I do not like is pushing myself a little too far and ending up with a week or so of intermittent eyestrain headaches which then blend into weird sinus headaches for no particularly good reason. I do not like going home at 1:30 in the hope that I will be functional tomorrow, and then being unable to do much of anything because I can't look at stuff, and I do not like that the fact I do this (or rather, *can't* do certain things) is so little a part of my self-image that I forget I have these limitations until after I hit them. Bah. Cognitive dissonance strikes again-- I may not have any broken bones that ache in off-weather, but my eyes are far too easily strained because I've been abusing them too long. Don't like thinking of myself as injured, or unable to do anything I want.
On the up-side, I'm feeling much better just right now, so I'm off to gaming where there will be people to keep me entertained in a non-vision-intensive manner, and there was interesting doll hair in the mail. Lady temporarily adopted some of it, and is now trying to convince me she's a bermann. Or at least, I keep seeing her chin and hair out of the corner of my eye and thinking "Martel" for no particularly apparent reason. It's not as if they look at all alike.