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azurelunatic) wrote2001-07-18 08:14 am
azurelunatic) wrote2001-07-18 08:14 am
morning workout
Overslept; got to school around 0630. Darkside was there waiting. "And here I was worried about being late," he teased us. Sis was there too for once.
Darkside and I had our ritual arm-wrestling competition. He had better leverage today; from where I was, it was damn near impossible to move my arm any further than where it was already. After what felt simultaneously like quite some time and very little time at all, we declared it a stalemate and shook hands.
The "How many fingers am I holding up?" routine, with middle finger extended, is still funny.
"You know, people are going to be looking over here and wonder why we're flipping each other off," someone said. And then Darkside flipped off the room in general.
General silliness with Darkside's glasses. He always snitches mine when I take them off, so I returned the favor when he took his off to test his vision. When he asked for them back (I'd been hoping for a bit of a wrestling match, but oh well) I tried handing him my sunglasses instead... "Nice try," he said. "My glasses."
Every day, our hands touch. I must admit I've been slacking. I am no longer aware of our hands metaphysically touching on the most immediate level above us at all times. I'll start that again. His hands are so warm...
My vision is so blurry.
Darkside and I had our ritual arm-wrestling competition. He had better leverage today; from where I was, it was damn near impossible to move my arm any further than where it was already. After what felt simultaneously like quite some time and very little time at all, we declared it a stalemate and shook hands.
The "How many fingers am I holding up?" routine, with middle finger extended, is still funny.
"You know, people are going to be looking over here and wonder why we're flipping each other off," someone said. And then Darkside flipped off the room in general.
General silliness with Darkside's glasses. He always snitches mine when I take them off, so I returned the favor when he took his off to test his vision. When he asked for them back (I'd been hoping for a bit of a wrestling match, but oh well) I tried handing him my sunglasses instead... "Nice try," he said. "My glasses."
Every day, our hands touch. I must admit I've been slacking. I am no longer aware of our hands metaphysically touching on the most immediate level above us at all times. I'll start that again. His hands are so warm...
My vision is so blurry.