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It occurs to me that though I've been posting quite a bit the last few weeks, I've barely been posting about present-day, life stuff -- you know, the stuff that used to be what this here thing was for? (LOL)
So here, in short, is what's going on with me.
I'm off to LA tomorrow for work. At first, when I found out I'd be going to LA, I was beyond excited. I was even more excited when there was an event in San Francisco the day after my event in LA. But now there is no event in San Francisco, and now I'm going out to LA tomorrow (morning, the car's coming to get me at 8am on my damn weekend) and back from LA on Tuesday, and I won't be getting in until midnight on Tuesday (and that's IF there's no delay), and I'm not really so excited anymore. Also, I'm not looking forward to a six hour plane ride. I don't stay in one place for six hours very well, and I don't fly well, and I certainly don't do both combined well.
On Thursday, I submitted that piece I was writing (that I'm pretty sure I mentioned before, but I'm not sure) to that call for submissions for the anthology. It freaked me out to no end, but I have the essay, a bio and even a cover letter, and it's in the mail. Express mail, to be exact, since it had to go to Canada, which also caused me no small angst, but it is out and I'm freaking out accordingly.
Last Friday we had a party for Ralph (former immediate boss who's moving into a new role). I went out and got a little drunk with my coworkers, who got a little more drunk, and it was a lot of fun and good company. I said as I was leaving that it's a shame that Ralph had to leave for us to do that, and Ralph kissed me on the cheek as I left, which was cute and sweet.
It's weird, the things you remember, yes? Last night I was trying to come up with more songs for the bittersweet songs meme, and I got this flash in my head of washing socks in the bathtub of that first, falling apart apartment in Lake Worth while Oz lay in bed with techno on the radio. And yet I can't for the life of me remember how any other laundry got done while we were down there, living on next to no money, spending most of our time in bed like newlyweds or cooking or walking to get cigarettes and Checkers.
Because that's the other thing I've been doing a lot, these last few weeks, trying to come up with responses for this meme. I haven't even begun the series on friends I've lost or miss (or whatever it was Linds asked, LOL), and yet I'm trying to come up with details of relationships I haven't thought about in years, and it's amazing the things that come back. Absolutely amazing. The mind is an amazing thing, I'll tell you that much. The mind is just incredible.
And so I'm sitting here, when I should be packing a bag to go to LA, watching West Wing (what else?) and writing this. In fact, my laundry's not even out of my car. So uh, I guess I should go, seeing as how I need to be up at 6.30 at the absolute latest tomorrow.
What's new with you, flist?
mwahs!
~a
So here, in short, is what's going on with me.
I'm off to LA tomorrow for work. At first, when I found out I'd be going to LA, I was beyond excited. I was even more excited when there was an event in San Francisco the day after my event in LA. But now there is no event in San Francisco, and now I'm going out to LA tomorrow (morning, the car's coming to get me at 8am on my damn weekend) and back from LA on Tuesday, and I won't be getting in until midnight on Tuesday (and that's IF there's no delay), and I'm not really so excited anymore. Also, I'm not looking forward to a six hour plane ride. I don't stay in one place for six hours very well, and I don't fly well, and I certainly don't do both combined well.
On Thursday, I submitted that piece I was writing (that I'm pretty sure I mentioned before, but I'm not sure) to that call for submissions for the anthology. It freaked me out to no end, but I have the essay, a bio and even a cover letter, and it's in the mail. Express mail, to be exact, since it had to go to Canada, which also caused me no small angst, but it is out and I'm freaking out accordingly.
Last Friday we had a party for Ralph (former immediate boss who's moving into a new role). I went out and got a little drunk with my coworkers, who got a little more drunk, and it was a lot of fun and good company. I said as I was leaving that it's a shame that Ralph had to leave for us to do that, and Ralph kissed me on the cheek as I left, which was cute and sweet.
It's weird, the things you remember, yes? Last night I was trying to come up with more songs for the bittersweet songs meme, and I got this flash in my head of washing socks in the bathtub of that first, falling apart apartment in Lake Worth while Oz lay in bed with techno on the radio. And yet I can't for the life of me remember how any other laundry got done while we were down there, living on next to no money, spending most of our time in bed like newlyweds or cooking or walking to get cigarettes and Checkers.
Because that's the other thing I've been doing a lot, these last few weeks, trying to come up with responses for this meme. I haven't even begun the series on friends I've lost or miss (or whatever it was Linds asked, LOL), and yet I'm trying to come up with details of relationships I haven't thought about in years, and it's amazing the things that come back. Absolutely amazing. The mind is an amazing thing, I'll tell you that much. The mind is just incredible.
And so I'm sitting here, when I should be packing a bag to go to LA, watching West Wing (what else?) and writing this. In fact, my laundry's not even out of my car. So uh, I guess I should go, seeing as how I need to be up at 6.30 at the absolute latest tomorrow.
What's new with you, flist?
mwahs!
~a