receiving visitors to my levée.
Sep. 7th, 2003 02:20 pmI actually got a good night's sleep last night, from something like 10PM to noon with an interlude at 3AM where my mother apparently decided to put on water for tea and then take the dog for a walk. The harmonica-like whistle of the Chantal kettle had been going off for like five minutes when she came back in, and I had just dragged myself out of bed to take care of it. I said something rude and managed to go back to sleep. Had weird weird dreams, like having to sit through a high school production of Les Misérables and meeting Jack Nicholson and finding him attractive. (I don't - at all. But in the dream I was like, "Yeah, I can see it.")
Got up and was surprised - fortunately AFTER the shower - by a stupid realtor showing up because our stupid agency told them that even though there was no answer it was OK to come in, we must not be home. The truth was that my mother just didn't hear the phone when they called at 10AM. And you still have to show the house while the sale is pending because the financing could always fall through. In this case it's highly unlikely - the guy doesn't need any financing - but we're not supposed to know that. So I received people I don't know in my blue dragon-covered kimono and purple turbie twist headwrap. (I can't really decide whether this is worse than seeing people you do know, or not. I think mainly as long as I'm naked and the house is pretty much already sold anyway, I don't care what ppl I don't know and don't care about think. You can drive yourself crazy doing that, caring about the opinions of every person you come across.)
While packing (zines) last night I found a whole cache of zines I bought and didn't read. They have been sitting nicely in a plastic box under my desk. This is kind of embarrassing, because some were by friends. (This is also the order where I got all the Sex Worker Zines - at least 3 about phone sex and one about exotic dancing.) So yay I have zines to read. I also have a gift certificate to use, as soon as Pander opens again.
Got up and was surprised - fortunately AFTER the shower - by a stupid realtor showing up because our stupid agency told them that even though there was no answer it was OK to come in, we must not be home. The truth was that my mother just didn't hear the phone when they called at 10AM. And you still have to show the house while the sale is pending because the financing could always fall through. In this case it's highly unlikely - the guy doesn't need any financing - but we're not supposed to know that. So I received people I don't know in my blue dragon-covered kimono and purple turbie twist headwrap. (I can't really decide whether this is worse than seeing people you do know, or not. I think mainly as long as I'm naked and the house is pretty much already sold anyway, I don't care what ppl I don't know and don't care about think. You can drive yourself crazy doing that, caring about the opinions of every person you come across.)
While packing (zines) last night I found a whole cache of zines I bought and didn't read. They have been sitting nicely in a plastic box under my desk. This is kind of embarrassing, because some were by friends. (This is also the order where I got all the Sex Worker Zines - at least 3 about phone sex and one about exotic dancing.) So yay I have zines to read. I also have a gift certificate to use, as soon as Pander opens again.