Well, it's easy for me to tell you that my love for you is sincere.

[raybear]

I'm not quite the anti-sports person someone might think -- for several years I was obsessed with watching professional tennis and closely followed the drama and careers of several favorite players. Also, I lived in Atlanta during the infamous "from worst to first" season of the Braves and got very much caught up in the fever of the playoffs and World Series. But I still had some perspective on the issue. I mean, seeing the news reports with people weeping and sobbing and saying "this is the saddest thing that's ever happened", well jeesh, I wish I had your life because apparently you've never been fired or had your dog die or a myriad of other tragic things in life that are way sadder than your hometeam blowing it big time. I mean, yeah, I confess I've gotten a little misty-eyed at the end of Wimbledon, but you won't see my blubbering on the local news about it. Pull yourselves together, people.

Last night I did feel mopey, but that was before the game started. I had a hard time shaking off some feelings from the day and just wanted to go home and curl up under the covers, so I did for awhile. Then Riley and Kathy came over which was a nice short diversion, and I did some laundry and talked on the phone with Melro, then Lowenstein came home and we watched the tape of Smallville. After turning out the light and settling into the covers, I started having this quasi-existential crisis which started as a lucid dreamstate conversation with myself until I woke up by talking aloud and started in on idle rhetoric on the issue, but spiritual reactions to the death of a loved one doesn't make for the best bedtime stories so I apologize for that.

I used to have existential panics a lot in college. They would keep me awake at night and I've been known to subject close friends to them as well. Those were quite intense compared to my current occasions which are more aligned with gentle whiskey-influenced attempts at waxing philosophically. Except that I wasn't drinking.

But before that, I did get some reading done, and I LOVED the first chapter of this one novel by a faculty member. I should just admit I'm a sucker for books with young protagonists, preferably if it's occuring in the present tense, versus another book I read last night where the narrator was flashbacking to teenage years. But I should save my writing musings for other outlets.

Today is Thursday but it's my Friday because tomorrow I fly to Minneapolis where I get to see my not-so-secret pretend boyfriend.

Also, coffee sometimes tastes better when someone else makes it.

Comments

[saltjam.livejournal.com]

coffee always tastes better when someone else makes it. for some reason i seem to date people that don't drink coffee but i manage to always hustle them into making it for me because there's something sweet about that.

[thebrownhornet.livejournal.com]

I almost got fired from my first significant journalism job because I didn't know how to make coffee.

Coffee sucks.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

coffee sucks?

I think we're going to have to start seeing other people. You're just not the love of my life I thought you were.

[thebrownhornet.livejournal.com]

Okay, okay (pshhhhhhhhh)... you hear the perculating sounds in the kitchen? Huh?

[dannyboi.livejournal.com]

Yeah I hear you. I'm just not as into tennis anymore. It's like all the players are now 10. Ugh.