I don’t feel so hot today.
I was up until one o clock last night, due in part to sleeping for three hours after I got home. I guess I needed the rest. I hopped onto the computer and caught up with email. Downloaded five months worth of messages and sorted it. Tim made some great spaghetti with italian sausage, and we shared one of those hostess cupcakes. It was good.
No mail. Again. o.0
And for news on the whole Madison job thing, check out Tim’s Journal. He is more willing that I am to talk about it.
It looks like rain. Last night I read the short story Coelacanths by Robert Reed. I found it engaging, and was interested enough to seek the book out, lay down and finish it. Although when I did I was disappointed. I *thought* I knew what was going on, but when I reached the end I felt I didn’t. Then I had to know what other people thought of it. Did they make sense of it? What did it mean? I went online.
And found that 70 percent of the folks were like me. Indifferent, or thought the story was incomplete. Of course the other camp are people who obviously have liberal art degrees and are pontificating on the meaning of mustard and rocks. (I.e. they can find meaning in anything). This is one of the only times I really wanted to find out what someone else thought and went online to seek that opinion. I guess I could have made Tim read it, but that would have taken too long.
I wrote four pieces of mail. Finished a letter I had started at the beginning of the month to Hollywood Jen, wrote a post card to Gale saying I would write soon, a handwritten letter to Myrna, and one other thing. We got a postcard from John! He had decided to go to Wyoming because everyone else was busy, and he actually said “fuck it” on the postcard!!!
I commented to Tim “He didn’t need to put two stamps on it.” Feeling a little like I know something about it, with all my postal business and all.
“Uh,” Tim replied. “I think he would know.”
I took a breath to argue, and realized….damn. He would know. He is a postman for chrissake. I haven’t been shut down in a potential argument in so long. Five words was all it took.
Shoot. I wrote something witty and very amusing. But deleted it. Isn’t that typical? Now I am in recap mode.
Friday – watched the Matrix. Ugh. …. and you better make that a double. Followed by Tim running into his former employer! Crazy. Her Cheerio diet is NOT working and I think her stylist is still in junior high. Went home and took the first of a series of important and long naps. Later had dinner at Kate and Eric’s (They very generously made burritos…) and then we tried to go to the Hopleaf, but it was full and settled for the Kodiak in stead. Which was okay. Bekah and Greg were with us. I played some pool and kicked Eric’s ass. TONS! Okay. Maybe just a little.
Saturday – TV
Sunday – Grocery shopping, Got B5 at Best Buy. You know you have to ask them for it?! Weird. I didn’t imagine that the contingent of people that went out looking to steal B5 was that big. Later that night we went to a party at Charlies, via Eric. It was okay. Relaxed. Eric and Kate left early, they were tired. We stayed for a while longer and had another cookie.
Monday: Went to the Jarvis beach and BBQ with Bekah and some others. It was nice. Went home and watched a little B5, then went over for cake and champaign. The cake was fantastic. Seriously some of the best cake since I have had in ages.
All in all it was a weekend were I was able to enjoy spending time with Tim, and take my mind of worries. I even read two … count them…TWO trashy harlequin romances. It was that kind of a weekend.
TGIF . Baby. At least for me. I am taking tomorrow off and am going to enjoy a four day weekend, here in the city, not feeling guilty about visiting any family that lives seven – 10 hours away, especially since I saw them at Christmas, and I never said I would come to visit and playing Tim and I off against my little brother is not going to work this time. I haven’t had four days to myself to spend at home, with no big overarching scheme…in SO long.
To start with. Tomorrow we are going to go and see the Matrix. What’s that? I hear so many of you yawn “OH I saw that last week.” Um. It has only been out for ONE week. What kind of a lousy society is it that everyone has to watch the move in the first week? How individualistic of us. Incredible how we are consumed with the adverstizing blitz so that we feel that we must see it one week or less, or suffer the consequences of being a bad fan, a uncool person, or just plain lame and old.
Bah.
After that, I don’t know what I am going to do. I like that idea.
Holly is taking me and two other co workers out to lunch today. Nice. We just have to decide where to go now, which means *I* have to decide where to go because they “don’t care what kind of food it is.”
I got a letter from scifi Kim yesterday! It was a really good one, the tone is different that the others and I think her personality came through more. She has now asked me twice for my website. 
I just don’t really want to give that out. I like letters in that you learn this stuff eventually…..but then again if I knew she had a website I would be all over it. At least once, just to see what she looks like. Hm.
Have you ever had those times, when you are in an arguement with several people, and attempt to make/contribute a point, and have everyone completely take it the wrong way? I mean, yeah I guess my delivery wasn’t as great as it could be, but I didn’t mean it the way they interpreted it. Well, when this happens you can either 1. Explain yourself. or 2. Let it go. And in this instance letting it go was the bigger thing to do, to just let it die and move on.
I just hate that I was misunderstood and all I can think about right now is how I would love to explain myself, to Tim, to anyone. However that wouldn’t change anything, and in fact would make me feel worse in the end because I lost the struggle to feel as if I must explain myself especially when no one asked.
Fizzletoff.
Aside from that, Tim’s brother Phil came into town to visit the Art Institute. Afterward, he and two of his buddies stopped by to visit. We went to the Heartland and had some hippie friendly food, and then stopped at Bekah’s on the way to back to visit. Phil decided to spend the night, and his friends said their good bye’s and left. Then we had way too much to drink before I finally went home (with Tim) at 1:00 AM.
I had this crazy dream combining X2 fate of the asian girl and SG1’s ‘Tin Man.’ Getting up this morning was hard because I was convinced I was part machine, and well, I was tired. At least I got to sleep in an extra 10 minutes than Tim because he had made an Dr’s appointment for the car to have a oil change at 8.30 AM.
With all pokiness in consideration, I made it to work on time today.
Oh, and Happy Birthday to my brother Josh. It’s his golden birthday.
The swedish Band was pretty good. I was lucky to have even seen the show because, your truly, went and forgot to pack an ID. I showed them my Tribal ID, and after some serious thought my cop said I could go and enjoy the show, but I had to promise not to drink. I promised.
I only snuck a drink or two from Tim’s beer cup. That kind of sucked. There tons of people from out of town too that all wanted to hang out with us afterward (that rarely ever happens!) and I couldn’t go because I didn’t have an ID. Although Erika did her best to get me into the smartbar like an underage teenager—I still got booted. So. We went home. I stopped by the Lighthouse for a pity beer, and related my woe to the two other ladies there. It was weird, because one of them was Oneida, and the other was a woman that had worked/lived near pine ridge. She was 27, she is married and her husband is out of town on a business trip, and ….. get this…..she’s a crafter!
I know! I stayed until closing time and had more beer than I should have considering I had margarita’s before we left for the show.
Sunday I watched lots and lots of SG1. It was great. Absolutely great. I went out for a bit to get money and a Snicker’s Ice Cream bar (I love those things), and we later ordered in Chinese. It was a classic slacker day, sitting in my couch nest, knitting, watching TV. We did take a short break to watch One Hour Photo, it was okay. Oh and Saturday morning I forgot to mention we saw X2. It was a good movie. I had no idea that they were coming out with a League of Extraordinary Gentlemen movie! It is the summer of comic book movies.
I made a rhubarb and strawberry pie last night. It was good with whip cream, but I am also looking forward to cold pie…this pie gets better with age. Yesterday we FINALLY sent in the rest of the Epic buearacratic bullshit. Finally. Madison Media Institute, of course didn’t come in again, but through some finess on both Tim and I’s part, we got them to fax us a copy of it. The last thing we needed. Tim made it to the post office barely, and I got a ride home. It is nice to not have to worry about it anymore. The ball is no longer in our court, and anything that happens now is not our fault because we … okay okay… Tim did his best.
I had this dream where I popped a white head, and it was HUGE! Like five straight heavy lines of white clay. I walked around showing people…mainly Tim, who didn’t seem very interested in it. I thought that it must have been enough for a world’s record, but no body seemed to care.
I forgot to mention, on Sunday afternoon we had a visitor. Spiderman’s credits were rolling and we were talking when I heard something. I hit mute and waiting. Again. There it was! A muffled meow sound. I got up and walked down the hall, I assumed right away it was migo. Trapped in a closest or a drawer. It is an unfortunate fact that cats get shut away in a drawer or closet for an entire work day. Usually it’s Arkham, I guess I was picking on Migo because…well Migo gets into more trouble.
But call as I might, she didn’t show up. Finally Tim got up, and we stood there looking at each other calling Migo’s name. He then leaned over and opened the front door. A young adult tabby walks into our house and meows hello.
“Is that one of ours?” asked Tim.
I went to catch the cat before it got further into the house, but more importantly before the other cats noticed our little visitor. Tim went to keep on the our cats, who sat there oblivious to whole scenario. It was a friendly little number, and I set out to knock on all the doors asking if they had lost a cat. It turned out to be the new neighbors on the second floor, and they hadn’t even noticed it was gone.
