I miss party favors.
I'm so busy right now. I could use a little break. And about 36 hours in the day. I'm throwing a dinner on Saturday night. Matt's giving me good-natured crap about hosting my own party. I just want to see people and let them know I still like them. I do not know who will come. Nor do I know how everyone is supposed to have a seat, since my "dining room" table fits, um, two. I only know that I should buy some wine.
I stayed up late last night making the vegetarian gumbo that is currently cooling on my stove. I'm actually making a meat-thing -- chicken with a lemon rosemary marinade. I stood in front of the meat section at Giant last night and I couldn't believe how incredibly grossed out I was getting. I don't think I've touched meat, much less raw meat, for about four years.
Work is kind of reminding me of school right now. Where everyone assumes that the only thing you have to do is what they need you to do. I have homework in my other classes! I was in a meeting for two hours yesterday. But that was kind of funny because people kept kind of rolling their eyes when they thought no one else was looking. Plus I don't think I came off as a total doofus. Bonus!
Peruvian liquor and hookas at Chi-Cha Lounge and dancing at Red for Thursday. Swimming hole, the Dime Museum's cicada thing, Ben's party and a keg for Friday. Too bad I don't like beer. I guess I'm back to volunteering at the museum on Sunday.
I'm so glad to be going on vacation at the end of next week. Because there will be nothing to do but run in the woods and bike and swim at the lake and the pond and get a massage at the Roman baths and play with the dog and listen to public radio and eat delicious food and sleep in.
And edit some g.d. stories.
My problem these days is that I keep meeting these interesting people who would make good stories but I don't. have. time.
Thankfully, the mermaid parade costume is almost done. I'm sewing on the second felt seashell right now. I might string a haphazard necklace with the pearl-looking beads I bought. Or I might look into that whole "sleeping" thing.
Toying with the idea of putting out a 'zine just because I've got a good title. The Glitter story book is definitely weighing heavy on the guilt centers of my brain. I solemnly swear to make my valientest possible effort to get to Kinkos today.
I stayed up late last night making the vegetarian gumbo that is currently cooling on my stove. I'm actually making a meat-thing -- chicken with a lemon rosemary marinade. I stood in front of the meat section at Giant last night and I couldn't believe how incredibly grossed out I was getting. I don't think I've touched meat, much less raw meat, for about four years.
Work is kind of reminding me of school right now. Where everyone assumes that the only thing you have to do is what they need you to do. I have homework in my other classes! I was in a meeting for two hours yesterday. But that was kind of funny because people kept kind of rolling their eyes when they thought no one else was looking. Plus I don't think I came off as a total doofus. Bonus!
Peruvian liquor and hookas at Chi-Cha Lounge and dancing at Red for Thursday. Swimming hole, the Dime Museum's cicada thing, Ben's party and a keg for Friday. Too bad I don't like beer. I guess I'm back to volunteering at the museum on Sunday.
I'm so glad to be going on vacation at the end of next week. Because there will be nothing to do but run in the woods and bike and swim at the lake and the pond and get a massage at the Roman baths and play with the dog and listen to public radio and eat delicious food and sleep in.
And edit some g.d. stories.
My problem these days is that I keep meeting these interesting people who would make good stories but I don't. have. time.
Thankfully, the mermaid parade costume is almost done. I'm sewing on the second felt seashell right now. I might string a haphazard necklace with the pearl-looking beads I bought. Or I might look into that whole "sleeping" thing.
Toying with the idea of putting out a 'zine just because I've got a good title. The Glitter story book is definitely weighing heavy on the guilt centers of my brain. I solemnly swear to make my valientest possible effort to get to Kinkos today.