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Thanksgiving break has been very nice. I don't believe I stopped eating at any point during the last four days. As, of course, is right and proper. I am so stuffed with pie I think if you baked me, I'd come out with a delicious filling with a flaky crust.

My family is going to a wedding tonight, the wedding of Casey's best friend's mother. I have been permitted to remain at home to watch our beloved old dog, Carmen, and to work on the horrific amount of homework I have. At the moment, I have to write a paper and a play. Neither is a terribly awful assignment, at least on its own. The play I actually like, and the paper's on the Inferno, a book I enjoy, with a premise that's not all that difficult. Problem is, they're both at the same time, and they require me to actually figure out what to write. That's the hardest part of the job, so the going is sadly rather slow. I'll have to buckle down this evening.

In gaming news, I have recieved my Masks character sheet. Sounds like I'll have some intereting things to do. I've heard a lot about people who didn't think much of their characters from the hints they got, so I hope that they felt better when their sheets elaborated on things.

Also, to my glee, my character has been accepted into Kindness's all-cleric RPG. It's a small group on a short run, which sounds like a good fit for me. It looks like it'll start next semester. I'm really looking forward to it.

Contacts

I am wearing contacts for the first time. After what seems like a million tries, I finally got them in.

I'm kind of fascinated by my reflection. It occurs to me that this is the first time I've clearly seen my face without glasses in the way in quite a few years. I notice things that surprise me, mostly about my eyes-- how widely-spaced they are, their almost almond shape, how long and black my eyelashes are. At the same time, my face seems oddly open and empty, like something's missing. The glasses, of course. For years now I have worn a style without frames, with small lenses, in hopes that they'll be less intrusive to my appearence. 

I have for a long time had an inclination that when you look at me, you see me, the real me as I am. It's part of the reason why I don't wear makeup, or dye my hair, or things like that. If you like something about me, I want it to be really me, something real, not something artificial. It occurs to me that, with contacts, it's one less artificial thing. You can see me, me as I actually am. 

They're hurting now. I'm going to take them out. I still need to get used to them. It'll take time.