too much to say
I can't write!
I want to say something about
- the Beagle dinner and the flirty waiter and Rocky and getting bought drinks and the Parkway being freezing and playing Betty again
- our wondrous New Year's Eve party
- my resolutions being the weight thing and the debt thing and the thing about finishing what I start; resolving not to fall in love so much would be folly
- the bubbles rising up toward the moon
- playing super-spy on the roof
- our pancake breakfast interrupted by the bouquet of balloons that floated past the window
- the Browncoat girls' Golden Gate bridge-walk thwarted by peaceful, mostly female er I mean evil war protestors who obviously needed to be stopped
- how much I love walking with my new iPod Shuffle that lexigeek and klevermore gave me, that says Starbuck on the back, that I named Declan
- how Thad brought home a plastic model of the solar system and I put it together while watching Futurama, and hung it in the hallway
- that I got a wicked new clipboard to accommodate my semi-official role as Writer Downer and Rememberer Of Things (and not just so I could have a place to put my Apple sticker)
- how happy I am about SiliCon being still on for us (omg I can bring my clipboard to the meeting on Saturday!)
- that I got an e-mail from some regular video store customers who are sad that I'm gone, who say it won't be the same without me there, and it made me depressed
- how my sister came over with Raina yesterday and how perplexed Susannah was by the very idea of a baby
- how Alan is going to be in Prelude To A Kiss on Broadway in the spring and I know I can't go and it's probably going to kill me
But I can't write. Thoughts and descriptions aren't coming. I may miss another deadline. I suck.
And now the upstairs neighbors are blasting bad music.
Time for Declan The iPod and me to go for a walk!
I want to say something about
- the Beagle dinner and the flirty waiter and Rocky and getting bought drinks and the Parkway being freezing and playing Betty again
- our wondrous New Year's Eve party
- my resolutions being the weight thing and the debt thing and the thing about finishing what I start; resolving not to fall in love so much would be folly
- the bubbles rising up toward the moon
- playing super-spy on the roof
- our pancake breakfast interrupted by the bouquet of balloons that floated past the window
- the Browncoat girls' Golden Gate bridge-walk thwarted by peaceful, mostly female er I mean evil war protestors who obviously needed to be stopped
- how much I love walking with my new iPod Shuffle that lexigeek and klevermore gave me, that says Starbuck on the back, that I named Declan
- how Thad brought home a plastic model of the solar system and I put it together while watching Futurama, and hung it in the hallway
- that I got a wicked new clipboard to accommodate my semi-official role as Writer Downer and Rememberer Of Things (and not just so I could have a place to put my Apple sticker)
- how happy I am about SiliCon being still on for us (omg I can bring my clipboard to the meeting on Saturday!)
- that I got an e-mail from some regular video store customers who are sad that I'm gone, who say it won't be the same without me there, and it made me depressed
- how my sister came over with Raina yesterday and how perplexed Susannah was by the very idea of a baby
- how Alan is going to be in Prelude To A Kiss on Broadway in the spring and I know I can't go and it's probably going to kill me
But I can't write. Thoughts and descriptions aren't coming. I may miss another deadline. I suck.
And now the upstairs neighbors are blasting bad music.
Time for Declan The iPod and me to go for a walk!