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I haven't gotten my two remaining papers done that I swore I would have done by now. The last day of class was Friday and I should have had them done, but nooooo . . . At least it won't affect my grade as the prof doesn't really care when we get them in, so long as it's within a few months (yeah, I know, crazy, but true.)
I was going to work on them yesterday and today, but I messed that up a bit by going out Friday. I had a wonderful time, though Friday night with CG and GG. We went to a lovely restaurant in Seattle called The Pink Door where she and I had lunch back in February. Friday night, a friend of hers from Portland was playing in a band at the Pink Door (Vagabond Opera.) I love that kinda music. It felt like being inside a Tom Waits song, a Fellini movie and soothing alcohol beverage all at once. Incidentally, I had two drinks called, "Tom Waits Was Here," named after his visit to the restaurant just over a year ago.
CG was helping me get through the night as it was marking exactly one year since the benefit I held for Sybil. I was an emotional wreck throughout much of the day, and I can't go into all those details here, even though I'd like to, but I am aware this is online and people read it . . . but I will say that after some wonderful discussions with CG and with Hans, and even with my therapist just prior to going out with CG, I did feel a bit better. Just before leaving my apartment to head to the Pink Door, CG, CC and I had lemon drops (mmmm!) and CG made the most beautiful toast to Sybil. It made me tear up not only because of the memory of Sybil is still hard to conjure at times, but because of how thoughtful CG is and how grateful I am to have her as a friend.
I'd had three drinks total and that was enough to do me in a bit. I slept in till about 2:30 yesterday and felt icky for a couple hours, but what really threw off my whole my day was that my right hand was severely arthritic and nearly unusable for just about the whole day. My left hand wasn't as bad, as it is not my dominant hand. But I just felt lethargic and unmotivated for the whole evening. I watched 8 1/2 and House of Sand and Fog and some bad reality tv (Dr. 90210 or something like that.) I should have been trying to do my homework, but had brain fog and stiff fingers. How to type when so stiff? My health insurance kicks in January. I cannot wait to get to the bottom of all this arthritis/fatigue crap.
Anyway . . . I feel so bad that I have not really been able to partake in any reading of LJ friends, and I keep saying how busy I am, but it's just how life is for now. Once I get these papers done, I WILL catch up with everyone. I must have them done by Friday so I can go to Sequim to see Sybil's parents.
I was going to work on them yesterday and today, but I messed that up a bit by going out Friday. I had a wonderful time, though Friday night with CG and GG. We went to a lovely restaurant in Seattle called The Pink Door where she and I had lunch back in February. Friday night, a friend of hers from Portland was playing in a band at the Pink Door (Vagabond Opera.) I love that kinda music. It felt like being inside a Tom Waits song, a Fellini movie and soothing alcohol beverage all at once. Incidentally, I had two drinks called, "Tom Waits Was Here," named after his visit to the restaurant just over a year ago.
CG was helping me get through the night as it was marking exactly one year since the benefit I held for Sybil. I was an emotional wreck throughout much of the day, and I can't go into all those details here, even though I'd like to, but I am aware this is online and people read it . . . but I will say that after some wonderful discussions with CG and with Hans, and even with my therapist just prior to going out with CG, I did feel a bit better. Just before leaving my apartment to head to the Pink Door, CG, CC and I had lemon drops (mmmm!) and CG made the most beautiful toast to Sybil. It made me tear up not only because of the memory of Sybil is still hard to conjure at times, but because of how thoughtful CG is and how grateful I am to have her as a friend.
I'd had three drinks total and that was enough to do me in a bit. I slept in till about 2:30 yesterday and felt icky for a couple hours, but what really threw off my whole my day was that my right hand was severely arthritic and nearly unusable for just about the whole day. My left hand wasn't as bad, as it is not my dominant hand. But I just felt lethargic and unmotivated for the whole evening. I watched 8 1/2 and House of Sand and Fog and some bad reality tv (Dr. 90210 or something like that.) I should have been trying to do my homework, but had brain fog and stiff fingers. How to type when so stiff? My health insurance kicks in January. I cannot wait to get to the bottom of all this arthritis/fatigue crap.
Anyway . . . I feel so bad that I have not really been able to partake in any reading of LJ friends, and I keep saying how busy I am, but it's just how life is for now. Once I get these papers done, I WILL catch up with everyone. I must have them done by Friday so I can go to Sequim to see Sybil's parents.