i called dad (since i call my parents every day. yeah. haha.) and ..he's changed his outgoing answering machine message. why am i writing about it? because he's had the same message for the past decade - me. and now he's changed it. :o
it's always been amusing to me to be greeted by teenage-jennie whenever i called home and now.. poof, gone. oh well.
i'm oddly fragile this week. suddenly, thoughtless actions by others sting me and linger in a way they don't normally do. i haven't slept well all week long (mostly due to waking up every two hours, making sleep very fractured) which tends to make me feel a bit skinless.
i'm not sure which is better - the heavily armoured jennie or this raw jennie. i suppose a happy medium would be nice, but i doubt i'll get to that.
i don't know. right now, i'm realizing i'm more offended and ... disappointed with some people in my circle than i've ever admitted to before and now i have to figure out what to do about it, and.. well, i'd prefer my normal state of mind, really, which is: "oh, fuck it." and to ignore.
eh. i don't feel like getting into it. i'm having an effective day. i've vacuumed and mopped the floors. heh. go me. once i've finished working on the apartment, i'm going to finish the LBW work, and tomorrow i'm going to a museum that has an exhibit on death (english info page) because they're doing a kind of.. show/lecture, detailing how a 16th century autopsy (that used to be done with an audience) used to be performed.
haha, whaaaaat? oh, alright. i watched the first season of dexter this week. that may have a wee bit influence on me right now, heh.
anyway. cin cin.