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I have to wonder, at this point, if I'm just speaking to myself here. but even if i am, talking to yourself is fun
I had a very luxurious day yesterday. My SARS has been working overtime these past couple of weeks but I've continued pushing on with both jobs and so finally I ran myself significantly down. So I took the last couple of days off but then realized that even on my days off, I have things that have been neglected that need (yes, "need") to be attended to immediately.
So I woke up slowly yesterday, watched Amelie, painted my toenails, took an excessively long shower that included shaving (even though the b-word and I wouldn't be seeing each other), cleaned the apartment and then went down to Union Square for some errands.
I bought some new candles (Pier 1, 20% off!), some new fabulously dangly handmade earrings from a woman on the street, then went to Toni and Guy to get myself a well-deserved head massage, cut and products (Manipulator is buy one, get one free right now). Today, I look like a femme version of a Strokes member. I asked for "rock star" and that's what I got! Go hipster haircut and hipster clothes! But my excitement, unfortunately, makes me so so Not hipster cool.
Then on to sushi at this disco-sushi joint (Fujiyama Mama's) and, as an appropriate capper, really bad karaoke at Mod...where, of course, girls sang "Summer Lovin'" and someone sang "Sexual Healing". Oh, and so so sad...a rendition of "Sweet Child of Mine" was mauled by someone who didn't quite know how the part after the guitar solo should be sang. Wah.
That's all. Nothing exciting or dramatic. Just life...which seems to be exciting and dramatic enough on its own.
I had a very luxurious day yesterday. My SARS has been working overtime these past couple of weeks but I've continued pushing on with both jobs and so finally I ran myself significantly down. So I took the last couple of days off but then realized that even on my days off, I have things that have been neglected that need (yes, "need") to be attended to immediately.
So I woke up slowly yesterday, watched Amelie, painted my toenails, took an excessively long shower that included shaving (even though the b-word and I wouldn't be seeing each other), cleaned the apartment and then went down to Union Square for some errands.
I bought some new candles (Pier 1, 20% off!), some new fabulously dangly handmade earrings from a woman on the street, then went to Toni and Guy to get myself a well-deserved head massage, cut and products (Manipulator is buy one, get one free right now). Today, I look like a femme version of a Strokes member. I asked for "rock star" and that's what I got! Go hipster haircut and hipster clothes! But my excitement, unfortunately, makes me so so Not hipster cool.
Then on to sushi at this disco-sushi joint (Fujiyama Mama's) and, as an appropriate capper, really bad karaoke at Mod...where, of course, girls sang "Summer Lovin'" and someone sang "Sexual Healing". Oh, and so so sad...a rendition of "Sweet Child of Mine" was mauled by someone who didn't quite know how the part after the guitar solo should be sang. Wah.
That's all. Nothing exciting or dramatic. Just life...which seems to be exciting and dramatic enough on its own.