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"I always leave before the orgy!"
Jul. 12th, 2005 10:20 pmLast couple of days have been just OK... good times have been had, but I'm just so fatigued that I'm having problems enjoying them as much as I'd like.
Last night, my mom took me out to a relatively fancy Mexican restaurant. They'd sent us several $10 discount coupons a few months back, and we still had one left. The food was good, but no better than another place we normally go, which gives you more food for less money.
I came home and finished my very enjoyable re-read of Howl's Moving Castle, the first time I'd read it all the way through since 1988.
Then I went about the business of washing my white LAMB purse, which has a violently pink lining that I was sure was going to bleed into the white. It mostly behaved itself, but despite several soakings in several detergents, I was unable to get the purse completely clean, and I decided to stop pushing my luck. I was surprised that the only thing that did run was the strap - one side is black, one side is white, and the black side bled a little. This may have been partly because I used OxyClean to really remove the dinge from the white side. Don't carry a white purse through late winter and half of spring, whether it has cute medieval illustrations of sheep on it or not.
Today I continued to be terribly fatigued, and ended up spending half the afternoon writing an email to Maud about books I'd suggest for her 12-year-old stepdaughter who likes Harry Potter, Lemony Snicket, and Roald Dahl, but has so far disdained Sherlock Holmes, Old Yeller, and Anne Frank. I recommended the aforementioned Howl's, which is somewhat different from the movie, and also listed off a bunch of books I loved at that age and books that are similar to those books. Heavy on quasi-feminist fantasy in a Girls Who Save The Day sort of way.
Then Tom picked me up after work and took me to the library, where I totally blew stuff up! No, I sat around reading about how Kathleen Battle sabotaged her own opera career, because I've noticed that her star dwindled like crazy in the mid-90s after she was fired from the Met. Beverly Sills - always known for her niceness - said she thought Battle's difficult behavior was caused by anxiety. I can see that as a reason for SOME of what went on, but not ALL of it. Anyway, after the library, we went out for ice cream and stopped at the Korean store so that I could buy more Lucky Star paper. Now I'm home, making stars and watching TV.
I wish I liked the show Empire (which is really a miniseries), but I don't; I find it disappointing so far. Holding out greater hope for HBO's ROME when it appears next month.
Last night, my mom took me out to a relatively fancy Mexican restaurant. They'd sent us several $10 discount coupons a few months back, and we still had one left. The food was good, but no better than another place we normally go, which gives you more food for less money.
I came home and finished my very enjoyable re-read of Howl's Moving Castle, the first time I'd read it all the way through since 1988.
Then I went about the business of washing my white LAMB purse, which has a violently pink lining that I was sure was going to bleed into the white. It mostly behaved itself, but despite several soakings in several detergents, I was unable to get the purse completely clean, and I decided to stop pushing my luck. I was surprised that the only thing that did run was the strap - one side is black, one side is white, and the black side bled a little. This may have been partly because I used OxyClean to really remove the dinge from the white side. Don't carry a white purse through late winter and half of spring, whether it has cute medieval illustrations of sheep on it or not.
Today I continued to be terribly fatigued, and ended up spending half the afternoon writing an email to Maud about books I'd suggest for her 12-year-old stepdaughter who likes Harry Potter, Lemony Snicket, and Roald Dahl, but has so far disdained Sherlock Holmes, Old Yeller, and Anne Frank. I recommended the aforementioned Howl's, which is somewhat different from the movie, and also listed off a bunch of books I loved at that age and books that are similar to those books. Heavy on quasi-feminist fantasy in a Girls Who Save The Day sort of way.
Then Tom picked me up after work and took me to the library, where I totally blew stuff up! No, I sat around reading about how Kathleen Battle sabotaged her own opera career, because I've noticed that her star dwindled like crazy in the mid-90s after she was fired from the Met. Beverly Sills - always known for her niceness - said she thought Battle's difficult behavior was caused by anxiety. I can see that as a reason for SOME of what went on, but not ALL of it. Anyway, after the library, we went out for ice cream and stopped at the Korean store so that I could buy more Lucky Star paper. Now I'm home, making stars and watching TV.
I wish I liked the show Empire (which is really a miniseries), but I don't; I find it disappointing so far. Holding out greater hope for HBO's ROME when it appears next month.
