I posted this photo once on my old blog, but I thought it was time to show it off again. This was in Life magazine in 1983 when my town was named "The Video Game Capital of the Universe" or something like that, and housed the video game olympics. It was a great marketing ploy by the guy who owned the arcade in town. I just thought you'd like to know that I come by this video game playing honestly, and I'm sure none of you are surprised that I wasn't a cheerleader in high school or a good enough Centipede player to be in this photo.
And on Friday, I rested. Surprisingly, I wasn't hungover so much as tired and all socialed-out. I never heard from my friend tonight, so I had almost all day and all night to myself. It was exactly what I needed. In the afternoon, I drove the girls around to all their things, and then I was at home, enjoying my lair and messing around on XBox Live downloading demos and trying to remember all the little strategies I used when I obsessively played Centipede in high school at the arcade from the Life magazine photo.
I also finally watched Pan's Labyrinth and it was just as violent and depressing and amazing and wonderful as I had heard it would be. I feel like I need some emergency therapy after it, though.
This was the first time since I've had my own room that I've been able to spend any real time in it. I think it's going to work out just fine. I did a lot of lounging and living in my own world, and not even running. (if you can believe that) My window faces out to the street, and at one point I saw this other woman jogging by who, in the past, has stopped me to tell me that I'm her running inspiration and I didn't even feel the least bit guilty. I needed a day off and I took one and I am so much the better for it, so there.