Cosmo or Melon Ball?
Dec. 10th, 2001 10:07 amIt's Monday morning, but I feel like a week has passed since Friday afternoon. We had a few houseguests for the weekend, plus a fabulous houseful of people on Saturday night at our inaugural holiday cocktail party. I believe it was pretty successful, and it was great to see so many wonderful people at one time. I think most folks had a good time, which makes me feel warm and fuzzy. I was pretty drunk, but it was paired for the stimulant adrenal-high of interacting with so many people. I went to bed around 2 am, but I didn't fall asleep for a long time because I was so wired.
I'm also pleased to report that we have an apartment that's decorated for the holidays, as well as clean and organized. We now have a working guest room that may also soon be a working study type area. We also have more items hanging on the walls, including a collage of pages from my "Advertising in the Fifties" 2001 Calender.
Now it's time for the news segment I'd like to entitle "Bits and Pieces":
-- Kate called me today, aka Ohio News Reporter Friend. I haven't talked with her in forever, and we only chatted for 10 minutes. It was sort of weird, but nice. Just a heads up,
wearemany, I gave her your number, so she may be ringing you soon. She and her girlfriend own a house in Columbus now, and the gf works for a firm, and they own dogs....it's so adult.
-- My co-worker called in sick today -- at 7 pm on Sunday night. I wish she would just take personal days or something. I don't think I've ever seen her sick in the 2 years I've known her. And it's often terribly inconvenient when she does call-in.
-- Yesterday afternoon I was in the car after a trip to the airport, and I kept pulling up these really weird memories of my mom. I realized that I was probably going to cry about my parents sometimes soon. I actually haven't done that yet. Maybe I did sometime last year, but I honestly can't remember. Part of me feels like I'm not allowed to think good things about them, because then I'm minimizing the hurtful things they're doing to me. Or I feel like I'm not allowed to remember happy things, because then I will start to miss them. But guess what? I do miss them. If I didn't, I would even bother to post every damn e-mail they write and try to analyze every little comment and spend much of my therapy time discussing them. But anyway, later in the afternoon after getting home, I did cry. It was somewhat cathartic. Part of me wanted to keep going, part of me regretted starting. But for the most part, I suppose it was good.
-- I think I've finally stopped bleeding. But I should still call my doctor.
-- I'm intrigued by a friend's offer to do a psychic healing for me. I think I will contact her soon about setting up a time.
-- Oh, and we're definitely going to the Bay Area for New Year's. It's a vitural whirlwind trip -- arriving the evening of the 30th, leaving first thing in the morning on the 2nd. Yet it's still more time than we spent in September.
-- Finally, today on the el, a man stood next to me reading a Harlequin novel. Called "Married for One Year". I was impressed.
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Must end my morning break and get back to work.
nineinchlovely! How are you feeling? Drop me a line and I can come by and visit you tonight if you need anything, or just need some company after being sick!
genderfucker! You're a bum for missing my party. But I forgive you because I love you and want to see you soon.
I'm also pleased to report that we have an apartment that's decorated for the holidays, as well as clean and organized. We now have a working guest room that may also soon be a working study type area. We also have more items hanging on the walls, including a collage of pages from my "Advertising in the Fifties" 2001 Calender.
Now it's time for the news segment I'd like to entitle "Bits and Pieces":
-- Kate called me today, aka Ohio News Reporter Friend. I haven't talked with her in forever, and we only chatted for 10 minutes. It was sort of weird, but nice. Just a heads up,
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-- My co-worker called in sick today -- at 7 pm on Sunday night. I wish she would just take personal days or something. I don't think I've ever seen her sick in the 2 years I've known her. And it's often terribly inconvenient when she does call-in.
-- Yesterday afternoon I was in the car after a trip to the airport, and I kept pulling up these really weird memories of my mom. I realized that I was probably going to cry about my parents sometimes soon. I actually haven't done that yet. Maybe I did sometime last year, but I honestly can't remember. Part of me feels like I'm not allowed to think good things about them, because then I'm minimizing the hurtful things they're doing to me. Or I feel like I'm not allowed to remember happy things, because then I will start to miss them. But guess what? I do miss them. If I didn't, I would even bother to post every damn e-mail they write and try to analyze every little comment and spend much of my therapy time discussing them. But anyway, later in the afternoon after getting home, I did cry. It was somewhat cathartic. Part of me wanted to keep going, part of me regretted starting. But for the most part, I suppose it was good.
-- I think I've finally stopped bleeding. But I should still call my doctor.
-- I'm intrigued by a friend's offer to do a psychic healing for me. I think I will contact her soon about setting up a time.
-- Oh, and we're definitely going to the Bay Area for New Year's. It's a vitural whirlwind trip -- arriving the evening of the 30th, leaving first thing in the morning on the 2nd. Yet it's still more time than we spent in September.
-- Finally, today on the el, a man stood next to me reading a Harlequin novel. Called "Married for One Year". I was impressed.
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Must end my morning break and get back to work.
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