Give me one more chance.
Nov. 19th, 2001 10:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearSo. List of weekend activities:
Friday: Spin party. Went well, I believe, and lots of wonderful people came to see me and fun people danced to my tunes, and shortly after I was done, my adrenaline crashed and I did something very unlike me -- I left without saying goodbye to anyone. I later felt a bit bad about that, but I think not that many folks truly noticed since it was quite packed and dark.
Saturday: Didn't sleep too well and woke up early. Cleaned kitchens and made breakfast. Fell back asleep for initially a short doze, by slept for 2 hours of the afternoon. Spent time in my favorite store, Walgreens, and bought some early xmas decorations and nice scented candles, so now our apartment is the best-smelling place on earth. Did a tarot reading for my friend Le___ and chatted with her awhile. Spoke with Damon on the phone. Then put off all other phone calls since it was 9 pm on Saturday and I figured most folks would be out anyway. Watched Mad TV.
Sunday: Spent 6 hours searching for Harry Potter. Found him. Also ate sandwiches from Potbelly. Again procrastinated on phone calls since it was again nearly 9 pm.
One attorney is home sick and the other won't be in until noon. In the meantime I've printed off Riley's paper for special delivery, and I'll be printing up some labels for my cocktail party invitations, which finally got written this weekend.
Been feeling weird the past couple days. [I swear to g-d, Carl Thomas and Faith Evans "Emotional Remix" just came on the radio. Damn that's creepy timing.] Mostly I feel really quiet and sorta withdrawn, I guess. Yesterday I felt so anti-social, but it's almost as if I genuinely could not think of anything to say. Which is rather unlike me. Hell, even my journal is loquacious.
I wonder which will when the fight: Insecurity v. Alone-time
Not a pretty battle.
I'm enjoying the silence at work, and the train-ride wasn't long enough. I'm going to the library at lunch to return the videos, and perhaps I'll rent another Wallace and Gromit video, since they are so pleasant and happy. Gromit doesn't want to be replaced or taken for granted -- who can't relate to that? And it's so much easier to have all problems be caused by an evil penguin who disguises himself as a chicken.
Friday: Spin party. Went well, I believe, and lots of wonderful people came to see me and fun people danced to my tunes, and shortly after I was done, my adrenaline crashed and I did something very unlike me -- I left without saying goodbye to anyone. I later felt a bit bad about that, but I think not that many folks truly noticed since it was quite packed and dark.
Saturday: Didn't sleep too well and woke up early. Cleaned kitchens and made breakfast. Fell back asleep for initially a short doze, by slept for 2 hours of the afternoon. Spent time in my favorite store, Walgreens, and bought some early xmas decorations and nice scented candles, so now our apartment is the best-smelling place on earth. Did a tarot reading for my friend Le___ and chatted with her awhile. Spoke with Damon on the phone. Then put off all other phone calls since it was 9 pm on Saturday and I figured most folks would be out anyway. Watched Mad TV.
Sunday: Spent 6 hours searching for Harry Potter. Found him. Also ate sandwiches from Potbelly. Again procrastinated on phone calls since it was again nearly 9 pm.
One attorney is home sick and the other won't be in until noon. In the meantime I've printed off Riley's paper for special delivery, and I'll be printing up some labels for my cocktail party invitations, which finally got written this weekend.
Been feeling weird the past couple days. [I swear to g-d, Carl Thomas and Faith Evans "Emotional Remix" just came on the radio. Damn that's creepy timing.] Mostly I feel really quiet and sorta withdrawn, I guess. Yesterday I felt so anti-social, but it's almost as if I genuinely could not think of anything to say. Which is rather unlike me. Hell, even my journal is loquacious.
I wonder which will when the fight: Insecurity v. Alone-time
Not a pretty battle.
I'm enjoying the silence at work, and the train-ride wasn't long enough. I'm going to the library at lunch to return the videos, and perhaps I'll rent another Wallace and Gromit video, since they are so pleasant and happy. Gromit doesn't want to be replaced or taken for granted -- who can't relate to that? And it's so much easier to have all problems be caused by an evil penguin who disguises himself as a chicken.
