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Rearranging my apartment makes me giddy, as it has since I was thirteen.
Day off meant I got to talk to my dad, which was needed. He comes home Friday, and I'll be happy to see him in a non-hospital context. I also sent my taxes in, and shared a hug with three random strangers on Fillmore.
Busy night. Dyeing a couple dresses, painting my hallway to cover the paint scribbles Harley left before he moved, laundry, dishes, and priming panels.
Third date with Scooter Boy tomorrow. I think I like him a whole bunch. Especially when he isn't sure if I'm joking about getting stabbed in prison.
Was talking to Wilson yesterday, and I think I'm buying his '68 Galaxie, which I'm trying not to get excited about, but it would just be SO. GOOD.
Had text with The Writer yesterday morning for a loooooong time. Every time we talk, the conversation inevitably veers in the direction of him saying something peculiar, me responding "you're SO weird." then him making some sort of space sound and leaving. At least that's how I know it was a good conversation.
Saturday, I'm attending a meeting Release the Fear, the new outreach gallery, then Chelsea and I are going to score us some easels(!), then Phoenix Improv Festival with Mandi and Chelsea! I am excited, as it's my first experience with the festival (insert obvious joke here, Chelsea, I know you want to), and I'm looking forward to seeing some new troupes. Not to mention Galapagos is always hilarious.
Working at Thomas the rest of the week, I hope it's less stressful/obnoxious than downtown has a tendency to be. Even though I'll miss Mandi and my regulars, who always look so concerned when I come back after a couple days gone.
I guess it's time to put off work some more by dancing around in my underwear while listening to Pandora. Hello, party animal!
Day off meant I got to talk to my dad, which was needed. He comes home Friday, and I'll be happy to see him in a non-hospital context. I also sent my taxes in, and shared a hug with three random strangers on Fillmore.
Busy night. Dyeing a couple dresses, painting my hallway to cover the paint scribbles Harley left before he moved, laundry, dishes, and priming panels.
Third date with Scooter Boy tomorrow. I think I like him a whole bunch. Especially when he isn't sure if I'm joking about getting stabbed in prison.
Was talking to Wilson yesterday, and I think I'm buying his '68 Galaxie, which I'm trying not to get excited about, but it would just be SO. GOOD.
Had text with The Writer yesterday morning for a loooooong time. Every time we talk, the conversation inevitably veers in the direction of him saying something peculiar, me responding "you're SO weird." then him making some sort of space sound and leaving. At least that's how I know it was a good conversation.
Saturday, I'm attending a meeting Release the Fear, the new outreach gallery, then Chelsea and I are going to score us some easels(!), then Phoenix Improv Festival with Mandi and Chelsea! I am excited, as it's my first experience with the festival (insert obvious joke here, Chelsea, I know you want to), and I'm looking forward to seeing some new troupes. Not to mention Galapagos is always hilarious.
Working at Thomas the rest of the week, I hope it's less stressful/obnoxious than downtown has a tendency to be. Even though I'll miss Mandi and my regulars, who always look so concerned when I come back after a couple days gone.
I guess it's time to put off work some more by dancing around in my underwear while listening to Pandora. Hello, party animal!