With work hours, gaming with (or against) John, and extra-curricular computer activities in most of my free time, my right arm is developing a reoccurring random ailment. Some days it’s a pinching, some days it’s a numbness, some days it’s a weakness. I know that they’re all bad signs, and I’ve been stretching regularly (the exercises that Loo showed me), but I can’t really seem to give up my computer time. I never understood why she wouldn’t take a break from her massage therapy practice, even though it was busting up her wrists, but now I do.

I have the entire long-weekend to write, but it’ll be in a water-logged notebook getting close to retirement, to take some stress off my arm. I’ve had this notebook for over five years now, but the wear has long started to show.

The original plan was to head to John’s cottage for the long-weekend, but it turns out that it would be almost 12 hours of traveling, which isn’t even worth it if I took an extra day off. Trolley went home for the weekend, so I’ve got the house to myself. There are some Canada Day activities going on, but recent dealings with bullshit people have left me anti-social.

I’ll also have the chance to watch the first season of Battlestar Gallactica, which Jeff thoughtfully gave me at the housewarming party. I’ve been extremely impressed by what I’ve seen so far. Most of the camera-work, even the scenes in space, are handheld. It’s gives the entire show that reality-tv feel, as if we were innocent observers standing on board the ship. The music is beautifully tribal, as opposed to the dated orchestral scores of most other sci-fi series. Especially well-written are the characters in the crew; alcoholics, cancer victims, bootleggers, but most of all, they’re human.