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I wanted to go right to sleep and skip too much bedtime, but it's difficult to sleep since MelRo neglected to shut the door all the way and the light is still on in the bedroom. I can't cope with having the light on and seeing the open door and the vast expanse of blackness which could seep in and eat me. Or house the shadow of a more tangible boogeyman or robber. I have the same problems with windows -- at night if I'm in a room with the lights on, I require curtains to cover the inky panes of the frightening windows which were formerly so cheery during the day. I guess it's lucky that I now live in a part of the city that's so bright I'm not as bothered by our lack of curtains. But there's still that damn door into the hallway.....
The weekend flew by, as usual. We may have to put a temporary moratorium on Saturday morning sex because it tends to make us lazy and unable to be productive for the rest of the afternoon. Though I must admit I do enjoy being indulgent at times after a busy workweek, plus I knew I'd be working that evening at the gig.
Last night's gig went well enough, though I definitely worked way harder than the money I received. Which I guess only seems fair since there have been other times in my life when I received more moeny than I probably deserved. They never perfectly sync up though, so it's hard to feel karmic when the balance comes 6 months after the fact. Plus, I can't exactly tell my Visa and Discover card to wait that long for me to be eventually paid back, either literally or figuratively. This weekend definitely had some Mulholland Drive moments regarding the same amount of money coming up several times in various unrelated incidents. Something with me and the universe and 200 dollars. I'm being fcking haunted.
Today was rather luxurious as well, with a late morning trip downtown to Old Navy and other discount clothings stores with MelRo and lunch at a former eatery when we use to have lunch dates a year ago when we both worked in the Loop. I have no idea what happened with this afternoon.
But later Vanessa and Riley came by to enjoy Simpsons and help act out a Mystery Science Theater version of the X-Files series finale. I hope we didn't ruin it for Riley with our smart-assedness, but damn were we funny. And besides, the show can hardly be taken seriously in it's current and recent states. But the finale was a nice little clips show that quasi-wrapped up nine years of conspiracy (well, mostly 6, since I don't think they talked about anything that's happened in the last 3 years), and who knew I'd be excited to see Unablonder? It was like a quasi-high school reunion.
Though not as good as that MASH reunion I ended up watching on Friday while waiting to go out. Damn, I got quite misty-eyed. I've sort of avoided reruns of the show in past, oh, 12 years because I watched the series when it originally aired (part of my first TV memories) and it was probably the first time I cried over a TV show (the final episode). Then for 3 or 4 years after it ended, I watched the daily reruns before dinner with my family, so I got sort of burned out. But seeing the clips show on Friday made me realize how amazing the show was, and how so much of it is burned in my memory and completely unaware. Now I really need that DVD player so I can start collecting each season.
That about wraps up this random composite of the past 48 hours. Now the door to the room is shut so I can finally sleep
The weekend flew by, as usual. We may have to put a temporary moratorium on Saturday morning sex because it tends to make us lazy and unable to be productive for the rest of the afternoon. Though I must admit I do enjoy being indulgent at times after a busy workweek, plus I knew I'd be working that evening at the gig.
Last night's gig went well enough, though I definitely worked way harder than the money I received. Which I guess only seems fair since there have been other times in my life when I received more moeny than I probably deserved. They never perfectly sync up though, so it's hard to feel karmic when the balance comes 6 months after the fact. Plus, I can't exactly tell my Visa and Discover card to wait that long for me to be eventually paid back, either literally or figuratively. This weekend definitely had some Mulholland Drive moments regarding the same amount of money coming up several times in various unrelated incidents. Something with me and the universe and 200 dollars. I'm being fcking haunted.
Today was rather luxurious as well, with a late morning trip downtown to Old Navy and other discount clothings stores with MelRo and lunch at a former eatery when we use to have lunch dates a year ago when we both worked in the Loop. I have no idea what happened with this afternoon.
But later Vanessa and Riley came by to enjoy Simpsons and help act out a Mystery Science Theater version of the X-Files series finale. I hope we didn't ruin it for Riley with our smart-assedness, but damn were we funny. And besides, the show can hardly be taken seriously in it's current and recent states. But the finale was a nice little clips show that quasi-wrapped up nine years of conspiracy (well, mostly 6, since I don't think they talked about anything that's happened in the last 3 years), and who knew I'd be excited to see Unablonder? It was like a quasi-high school reunion.
Though not as good as that MASH reunion I ended up watching on Friday while waiting to go out. Damn, I got quite misty-eyed. I've sort of avoided reruns of the show in past, oh, 12 years because I watched the series when it originally aired (part of my first TV memories) and it was probably the first time I cried over a TV show (the final episode). Then for 3 or 4 years after it ended, I watched the daily reruns before dinner with my family, so I got sort of burned out. But seeing the clips show on Friday made me realize how amazing the show was, and how so much of it is burned in my memory and completely unaware. Now I really need that DVD player so I can start collecting each season.
That about wraps up this random composite of the past 48 hours. Now the door to the room is shut so I can finally sleep
hey mr. dj
Date: 2002-05-20 09:54 am (UTC)Re: hey mr. dj
Date: 2002-05-20 09:58 am (UTC)Geek Friend (aka Ca__) was certainly very amusing while drunk! I'm glad she had a good time though. good luck with moving, and let me know if you need a hand. i confess that i don't mind lending my arms and back since i learned that you don't have too much heavy furniture.
Re: hey mr. dj
Date: 2002-05-20 10:06 am (UTC)