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Gonna pull my soul in
Dec. 21st, 2006 08:03 pmI just massaged tiger balm into my third eye. I think it's helping, though with what I'm not exactly sure. Seeing the path to enlightenment? Reading the auras of others? Awareness ancient wisdom? I'd settle for brief physical rejuvenation. I'm fcking tired.
Today I went to Marshall Fields, er, Macy's, and wandered around the shopping madness with my friend Corrie. We wanted to lunch at the Walnut Room but it was 12:15 and we were hungry and the wait was 2 hours. So we got a pager, then walked two blocks down to Ada's deli to get lunch. We went back to the store just in time for the pager to light up and we had a seat and got fancy cocktails and dessert. Corrie has wanted to revisit christmas lunch at the Walnut Room, not only as a nostalgic trip from her childhood, but also as research for a story she's writing. We caught up on various things throughout the afternoon, but what might stay with me most was the conversation on "imaginary friends". She was asking me questions as A Writer because she's been working on stuff of her own, and it became this interesting mutual confessional about inner lives and how they effect actual relationships and where it all fits together and how the things we keep secret from others for fear of sounding 'crazy' are often the things that are keeping us 'sane'.
Also, I bought cuticle cream.
Today I went to Marshall Fields, er, Macy's, and wandered around the shopping madness with my friend Corrie. We wanted to lunch at the Walnut Room but it was 12:15 and we were hungry and the wait was 2 hours. So we got a pager, then walked two blocks down to Ada's deli to get lunch. We went back to the store just in time for the pager to light up and we had a seat and got fancy cocktails and dessert. Corrie has wanted to revisit christmas lunch at the Walnut Room, not only as a nostalgic trip from her childhood, but also as research for a story she's writing. We caught up on various things throughout the afternoon, but what might stay with me most was the conversation on "imaginary friends". She was asking me questions as A Writer because she's been working on stuff of her own, and it became this interesting mutual confessional about inner lives and how they effect actual relationships and where it all fits together and how the things we keep secret from others for fear of sounding 'crazy' are often the things that are keeping us 'sane'.
Also, I bought cuticle cream.
