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What is it about the sky always raining on the days I plan on going to Evanston?
There was an incident last night involving a bad drug interaction which led to not much sleep, even though I wasn't the one have the interaction. In a strange way, the incident reminded me of a seizure I witnessed recently -- not so much physically, but more the emotional disconnect on my end. So I ended up sleeping most of the afternoon to make up for the night.
Lowenstein is on trial all this week which means we don't really talk or see each other. I've been enjoying the quiet solitude. But I miss her too. I really ridiculous decadent, eating shrimp, watching Sex & the City, drinking scotch. I'm doing laundry, to keep me grounded, less one think I was getting to used to living large.
I have made many purchases in the past week, including an eye exam and new glasses which will be done at the end of the week. I have what seems like a hundred things coming in the mail in the next few days, many exciting material items that bring me more satisfaction than I'd maybe like to admit, but what can I say, life feels better with new toys. And new shoes. And new incense. And new books. But of course I won't be home for most of the days this week to receive the boxes or see the hot UPS guy.
Life has lately been a lot of the project Home Remodeling 2005. So the bedroom is pretty much done. There's one more art piece we've decided on that I need to find and hang. We have to finish filling the shelves I hung up. I'm extraordinarily pleased with how some scavaged wood boards from the basement and the reject section of IKEA, paired with some cheap brackets from the hardware store have made the place worthy of a makeover home decorating show on cable. Not one of the ones with "extreme" in the title, but more of the subtle ones, perhaps on just the Home and Garden Network.
Now it will be harder to do the home improvement projects because the holidays are over and it's time to start putting my fingers where my mouth is when it comes to school. I have named this my "prolific semester", and the sooner I get started on it, the more likely it will happen. I called up AssiRap in L.A. tonight to check-in -- she's one of my buddies in my mentor group. She produces copious pages a week and my goal is to keep up with her. Even if I only do it at 2:1 ratio, I'll be alright. So far she hasn't written anything either, but I'm one book ahead of her on our reading lists. Let the writing races begin.
I have problems with journaling lately. Not just here, but everywhere I usually record. Not for lack of contemplation or absence of events or subject matter. I think it's more that livejournal has often been equated with procrastination and avoidance and large quantities of time to fill while sitting at a desk which might eventually produce something interesting tapped out on the keyboard. Without the day job, it's more the first two things. But I'm trying to change my point of view on a lot of things in my life lately, finding new vantage points and lenses while hopefully destroying the old ones.
I'll figure something out.
There was an incident last night involving a bad drug interaction which led to not much sleep, even though I wasn't the one have the interaction. In a strange way, the incident reminded me of a seizure I witnessed recently -- not so much physically, but more the emotional disconnect on my end. So I ended up sleeping most of the afternoon to make up for the night.
Lowenstein is on trial all this week which means we don't really talk or see each other. I've been enjoying the quiet solitude. But I miss her too. I really ridiculous decadent, eating shrimp, watching Sex & the City, drinking scotch. I'm doing laundry, to keep me grounded, less one think I was getting to used to living large.
I have made many purchases in the past week, including an eye exam and new glasses which will be done at the end of the week. I have what seems like a hundred things coming in the mail in the next few days, many exciting material items that bring me more satisfaction than I'd maybe like to admit, but what can I say, life feels better with new toys. And new shoes. And new incense. And new books. But of course I won't be home for most of the days this week to receive the boxes or see the hot UPS guy.
Life has lately been a lot of the project Home Remodeling 2005. So the bedroom is pretty much done. There's one more art piece we've decided on that I need to find and hang. We have to finish filling the shelves I hung up. I'm extraordinarily pleased with how some scavaged wood boards from the basement and the reject section of IKEA, paired with some cheap brackets from the hardware store have made the place worthy of a makeover home decorating show on cable. Not one of the ones with "extreme" in the title, but more of the subtle ones, perhaps on just the Home and Garden Network.
Now it will be harder to do the home improvement projects because the holidays are over and it's time to start putting my fingers where my mouth is when it comes to school. I have named this my "prolific semester", and the sooner I get started on it, the more likely it will happen. I called up AssiRap in L.A. tonight to check-in -- she's one of my buddies in my mentor group. She produces copious pages a week and my goal is to keep up with her. Even if I only do it at 2:1 ratio, I'll be alright. So far she hasn't written anything either, but I'm one book ahead of her on our reading lists. Let the writing races begin.
I have problems with journaling lately. Not just here, but everywhere I usually record. Not for lack of contemplation or absence of events or subject matter. I think it's more that livejournal has often been equated with procrastination and avoidance and large quantities of time to fill while sitting at a desk which might eventually produce something interesting tapped out on the keyboard. Without the day job, it's more the first two things. But I'm trying to change my point of view on a lot of things in my life lately, finding new vantage points and lenses while hopefully destroying the old ones.
I'll figure something out.
