I'd have to say that the highlight of my day was finding an M&M shaped vaguely like a raccoon's head, with appropriate markings. I have no idea how this malformed candy came to be in its present shape, but I am keeping it as an odd souvenier at my computer at work.
A year ago today, Dirk dumped Krisco. I remember this very clearly because he'd forgotten to call me the night before, and I called him from work to find out what the hell was up. We made plans to go out that evening....when I called from home to remind him that I was about to pick him up, his mother said that he and Krisco were having a horrible argument, blamed me for it, then hung up on me. Dirk called me back with the news that he'd dumped Krisco.
I remember being ecstatic at the time.
Ooh...some girlchick with a most unfortunate name (the same as Krisco's) is complaining about the spelling on the index. I went ahead and changed it, but I'm going to get on our web-gimp's (i.e., Dirk's) ass about his spelling.
I'm going to be off work tomorrow, for Personal Reasons. Officially, it's because I have both a doctor's and a dentist's appointment scheduled for the same day. So, I spent today hurriedly finishing my work so no-one would bitch about it. In a flurry of envelope-licking, I managed to give myself a paper cut on my upper lip. It's almost funny, but paper cuts give me the creeps.
Dirk cajoled me into watching 1984 tonight. For those of you who aren't familiar with it, it's a move based on the George Orwell book by the same name. It gives a frightening view of a possible future, in which all our rights are taken away, and we can be imprisoned, tortured, and executed for "thought crimes." It's also the book that gave rise to the infamous phrase, "Big Brother is watching over you." The parts that are most frightening are the parts we can recognize in our country today, or have already happened, such as fighting wars that seem not to have a purpose, with no end in site (Vietnam, remember?)
Anyway, I was horrified. I mean, these people weren't even allowed to have sex. They were trying to come up with ways to stop people from having orgasms.I found a whole stack of old e-mails to and from C--, as well as a bunch of conversations that I'd printed up. I mentioned them to C-- while we were talking online, and he asked me to call him and read some of them out to him. I'd flatly refused to re-type them for him, and my hints were driving him crazy.
I think that little experience depressed us both. Once upon a time, we were much more open with each other. Once upon a time, we were more in touch with our feelings, and much better able to express them to each other. Once upon a time, we were both full of hope and optimism. Once upon a time was only a year ago, maybe a bit more.....before my world went to hell, before his was torn apart by a little bitch who didn't know how much she meant to him. Reading those old conversations and e-mails brought this home like a thousand punches in the face.
I think we both realized how much we've lost in the intervening time period. After I read to him one e-mail where he told me how much my words touched him, and how he thought I was the most worthwhile person in the world, C-- said, "I still feel that way. I just can't say it anymore."
Trust me, I know.