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Nov. 23rd, 2005 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

::groan:: Tooth fixed, all pretty (or at least so I was told) and expensive, and I seem to remember I was also promised that this would be the last appointment for the time being, but, hey, wait, there's a fissure in one of the old fillings and I'm back there again in two weeks. Gah. I can't do this. Minor nervous break down.
It's cold, today felt more like January than November, blue sky, crystal clear light, freezing northern wind, thin layers of ice and snow only melting in direct sunshine. Lovely, though. To me Vienna is always most beautiful in this kind of winter light.
Tired all the time. Between the low temperatures, work and the stress of dentist appointments I haven't been on morning runs for almost two weeks now, and feel fat, unfit and guilty, but getting up at six just doesn't seem feasible right now. Last weekend slipped by so fast with my father's birthday and the breakfast/movie date with R. and U. No Saturday/Sunday weekends for me now until after Christmas.
Watched AtS S4 for tv comfort food, because I needed it, and this seems to be all I'm fit for recently. (Still haven't finished Böse Geister, only ever reading a few pages here and there, during lunchbreaks, on the underground, although I'm actually fascinated by it - sometimes I think I ought to throw out the tv, dvd player and possibly the computer.
On a somewhat related note, pondered and wrote half a lj-entry about the whole female characters/femslash, or lack thereof/possible misogyny issue, but haven't quite come to an conclusion yet, not the least because of my brain's ability to argue itself out of any opinion, if I only give it enough time.
Watched Maurice on dvd (bought in a fit of nostalgia; also, deleted scenes; also, quite cheap), and while I'll most likely have seen it again sometime between fifteen (I really must have been this young because I remember reading the German translation of the novel afterwards, not the English original) and now, I certainly read the book more often in the meantime, and it's interesting how both blurred in my mind. There are scenes I'd have sworn were in the movie, that I can almost see with the movie-cast, but aren't, while at the same time in my mind Maurice will always be blond and Clive dark-haired... My focus has shifted of course, because my romantic fifteen year-old self back then could never really get over Maurice and Clive not working out, probably didn't really get the sexual aspect, the full impact of Clive's insistence on a platonic relationship, but I'm still rather fond of the film...
0:34 Really ought to go to bed now...