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Oct. 14th, 2000 01:04 amAfter I last wrote here, I slacked around the house for a while, took a shower, talked to my mom on the phone (she is feeling better, and still wants to try to drive home in ten days or so), got ready to go, and left.
I had L. meet me at a bookstore and hung out there till closing. Picked up a book I've been looking for, Organizing from the Inside Out by Julie Morganstern, and also Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister by Gregory Maguire, and a Susan Branch calendar for my mother. Then we went to Denny's, where I had a big breakfast and then a chocolate-mint sundae.
L. was in fine insulting form tonight, saying such things as "you read all these books about cleaning, but you NEVER clean!" and "Stay away from the philosophy books. You're not the philosophy TYPE. That way lies madness." (He claimed later that I'd be popping Paxil like candy if I "got into" philosophy, but whatever.) I retaliated by reverting into a five-year-old and kicking him in the shins a lot. We were talking about him getting D., his longtime friend, too mad at him to speak to him for a while, and I said, "See, whenever I'm almost too mad to speak to you, you start being all nice and it's hard to stay mad." He proudly replied, "See, I have timing!" (Argh. Why is my Local Best Friend a big male oinker? To provide me with target practice? Because I'm a leech?)
On the drive home, I put down my window and opened the sunroof and played lovely music. The sky was a deep velvet blue, not too dark, with silver and grey clouds here and there, and bright light from a full moon. Amazing.
Now I am home watching Mr Blandings Builds His Dream House. Myrna Loy's nose looks strange in this movie. I am starting to become tired (obviously!) and will probably go to bed soon.
I had L. meet me at a bookstore and hung out there till closing. Picked up a book I've been looking for, Organizing from the Inside Out by Julie Morganstern, and also Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister by Gregory Maguire, and a Susan Branch calendar for my mother. Then we went to Denny's, where I had a big breakfast and then a chocolate-mint sundae.
L. was in fine insulting form tonight, saying such things as "you read all these books about cleaning, but you NEVER clean!" and "Stay away from the philosophy books. You're not the philosophy TYPE. That way lies madness." (He claimed later that I'd be popping Paxil like candy if I "got into" philosophy, but whatever.) I retaliated by reverting into a five-year-old and kicking him in the shins a lot. We were talking about him getting D., his longtime friend, too mad at him to speak to him for a while, and I said, "See, whenever I'm almost too mad to speak to you, you start being all nice and it's hard to stay mad." He proudly replied, "See, I have timing!" (Argh. Why is my Local Best Friend a big male oinker? To provide me with target practice? Because I'm a leech?)
On the drive home, I put down my window and opened the sunroof and played lovely music. The sky was a deep velvet blue, not too dark, with silver and grey clouds here and there, and bright light from a full moon. Amazing.
Now I am home watching Mr Blandings Builds His Dream House. Myrna Loy's nose looks strange in this movie. I am starting to become tired (obviously!) and will probably go to bed soon.
