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Well, another day of itching most horribly, simultaneously trying not to do anything about it, and rebuilding computers maimed by the latest tragedy to strike the Windows-based Universe is upon me. It would be easier to focus on these computers if my legs didn’t itch so much. The good news is, I suppose, that thus far my malady is tolerable, if not fun. When I went to bed last night, I wasn’t so sure that I’d be able to walk this morning (the worst of the ivy is on the top of my foot on either side of my ankle; both wearing shoes and walking are quite painful), but I’m up and about today just the same. I even made it to work before my boss did. :)

I am sad. Moderately depressed, at the least. The reason being, in the last week, I’ve lost more jewelry precious to me than I have in a long time. I actually feel a little bad mentioning this first here, and not in an email, but there’s too good a chance I’ll forget to mention it entirely if I decide to mention it in email only.

The first piece of jewelry I lost was my necklace, which I lost while camping this last weekend. I loved that necklace; the look of it, the feel of it, everything. It was given to me by my parents the day I turned 20, or two years and three days from when I lost it, if you want to count it that way. That was also the eve of the first time I ever kissed Megan. And now it’s gone. But I don’t think I’ll read too deep in to that one. I wore it as a piece of jewelry, a pretty silver chain, not as a metaphor or a symbol or anything like that. *g*

The second piece of jewelry I lost is my eyebrow barbell, which disassociated itself with me just last night. Megan and I were laying in bed, me with my Lord of the Rings (only a couple hundred pages left), her with her Children of the Mind (she finished it last night), when she looked over at me, gasped, and said, “Oh my God, Rob!”

Her cry wasn’t very specific, to be sure, but it was certainly enough to let me know that either something wasn’t quite right, or she had me confused with someone rather more omnipotent than I. As it turns out, she wasn’t claiming me a deity or anything like that. Instead, the ball had unscrewed itself and fallen off the bottom end of my eyebrow ring, leaving the rest of the barbell free to the wiles of inverse gravity or anything else that might pull it out the top of my eyebrow. We searched high and low (mostly low) for the ball, but it couldn’t be found.

I left what was left in my eyebrow, but I lost even that in the night. I plan to get a new eyebrow ring (sorry, grandma. I bet you had your hopes up), but I’m thinking about making this one only part-time. Now that I’ve proven to myself that eyebrow rings can and do come out just as easily (and painlessly) as earrings, perhaps I’ll be more comfortable removing it from time to time. When we get to the face-mauling portions of Tae Kwan Do, for instance. I don’t know how or when I’ll be able to replace the necklace.

Well, I ~still~ have pictures to post, don’t I? Well, they’ll have to wait once again, because I’ve computers to update. I’ve updated four while writing this, and I’m working on four laptops and a desktop as I wrap this entry up. Have a good day, wish some health my way I’ve you’ve not yet done so, and keep in touch. :)