Something that kind of sucks: Realizing when you're doing something you like, that it's the last time you'll be doing it. At least, for a while.
It doesn't really even matter how bad it is - take today, for example. You'd think going to the chiropractor would do nothing but induce whining along the lines of 'do we have to go? I wanna sleeeep...' - especially when you're going frequently for months and months. But oddly enough, I really quite liked going. I got used to it. More so, the people working in the office we go to are all so...epic. Only way to put it, I think. That said, it's not a terrible thing, since it means I'm not all structurally screwy, and not like I'll never go again, it'll just be massively less frequent. Which...for lack of a better term, disappoints me a little.
But it's okay. It's just kind of lame being used to something, or just enjoying it, then realizing it's more or less over. It's worse though, I think, when you don't realize it's over until it really is - then you can't even make the most of it.
Pity, really.
On a less depressing note; Black Ops is really kind of awesome. And I suck ever-so-slightly less now. [Granted, this is still me playing against bots, but....you've gotta start somewhere, right?] Pew pew.
Aaaand the hunt for a bigger dog is still on...according to my mom, my dad spent all weekend researching. /sigh The saga continues.
Speaking of mommy....she managed to slip on water/ice/something the other night, and is now very nearly unable to walk. Soo the next few days are likely going to be just a little interesting. Ah. She'll be okay.
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