why am I not hungry?

Nearly 7:00 PM and I'm not at all hungry. This does not bode well, for it probably means I will be hungry at some unhealthy time, like post 9:00 PM. My own fault, I suppose, for eating such a big lunch at Moe's. But it was for my birthday and it was the only time before my actual birthdate to take advantage of the coupon (free entreé - can't beat that).

Oh yeah, if you hadn't realized it, it's my birthday week. Yeah for me.

I'll try not to bore you with tedious details of entering my final year in my thirties and how different my life is than I imagined it, both the good and the bad, though it will somewhat depend on how the week goes I suppose. Not exactly providing the hope you need, am I? If it helps, I pretty much thought myself out this weekend, so odds are I won't have the brain power or the desire to type it all up this week. Consider yourself saved.

Our "Irish Wake" for Jeremy went well, though somehow I made it through the entire day without consuming any alcohol. Diet Coke, however, is another matter entirely. My friend Andrea S. was there and she is the only person I know who can drink more than I can, which is rather surprising. I thought my "drinking problem" was one of a kind. Anyway, great to see everyone and catch up and share memories and make some new ones. I was sure we were going to get kicked out of the cemetery - so much for a solemn occasion. Though definitely in keeping with our memories of Jeremy. I think he probably would have laughed loudly right along with us.

I still struggle with Jeremy's death, though not so much because he's gone, but my reaction to his death. I feel a sense of loss because he's gone, but I'm not sad so much for his absence as for his absence in the life of his friends. Seeing their reactions and how much they miss him is what hurts. So it's for them I mourn, not so much for my own sense of loss. Sometimes I feel like that's a bit calloused, like I don't care enough. Even having lost friends, death still feels distant to me, something I know happens to all but having little effect on me.

I'm sure I rambled on this stuff two years ago, too, so forgive the rerun. Didn't help that our lectio last night was on the raising of Lazarus. Nice timing, that. Seeing Jesus' reaction to losing his friend, his anger (!) and being troubled made me question my own reactions. Actually, considering the season, I'm surprised my mind has wandered over these questions more often. Two more weeks of Lent. Not sure how the journey's gone - I've removed the distractions, but as mentioned before, haven't really filled them up with anything significant.

Still not hungry. This is not good. I'm tempted to find something to eat, to make sure I'm not eating right before I go to bed. But not being hungry, I have no idea what that might be.

OK, so I've been looking at laptops. Gina's looking to buy one to replace her old laptop and in the process of helping her I find myself thinking, "Hmm, maybe I should pick one up, too." I did get my taxes finished (finally) so I could probably afford a cheap one, even after throwing a huge check at my remaining consumer debt. And it would be good to have this summer when I'm stranded in Nazarenedom with iffy computer access as far as I know. And no, I won't be getting anything with an apple on it - for what I need, any Mac is simply overkill and would merely be a status symbol showing everyone how cool I am at three times the price of a functional PC. Oh, I'm sorry, did I type that out loud?

Time to walk away from the screen and figure out a plan for dinner. Bleah. Still no idea.
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