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Although dangerously close to being obscured by the festivities surrounding Jeremy's birthday, Valentine's Day (celebrated a day early because who wants to be a Valentine on a Monday?) was a rousing success. Jeremy and I awoke in the comfort of the living room (Maddy and Glod, we decided, deserved the bedroom on Valentine's Day, seeing as how they live in different cities most of the time and everything) Sunday morning, actually did some minuscule amount of homework (designed to give us a false sense of ease and productivity to justify the rest of the day's general not-doing-of-work) , and went to see the 
in Central Park. We also went to the Central Park Zoo! The penguins were particularly awesome. In the evening we had a fabulous dinner at my favorite Italian spot in NYC...and I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT IT IS!!! If you ever need the best Italian food ever, with a wonderful wonderful atmosphere and an award-winning wine list, ask me personally. Because I want you to remember who to thank later. Jeremy--you're sworn not ot reveal my best-kept secret!
Jeremy also gifted me with a stunning bouquet of organic, pesticide-free roses--very rare in this city. They're tremendous! All told, it was an exquisite day. I love you, boy!
Today started out nicely with us waking up early (albeit not without crankiness from the Jeremy morning-critter) and being productive, but then sort of spiraled into ickiness--icky weather, icky doctor's appointment, ball-breaking studio classes, and vast amounts of potentially useful evening dissipating with no explanation. So now I'm really fussy and want everyone to leave me alone until I get my life in order (which I was supposed to do on Saturday). But we all know that Kate's Life In Order is not only improbable but almost certainly an ungraspable Platonic Form (doubly ungraspable since Plato was a fucktard and Forms don't exist). So I guess I'll continue to bitch and moan in lieu of productivity or sleep and maybe one day someone will pay me to be a professional bitch-and-moaner. Oooh! Jeremy just accused me of being more ept* at wasting time than he is, which is bullshit, and an excellent impetus for sustained productivity.
To work!
*re-introducing the morpheme "ept" (as in 'inept') into English as an independent word. Because I miss it.
in Central Park. We also went to the Central Park Zoo! The penguins were particularly awesome. In the evening we had a fabulous dinner at my favorite Italian spot in NYC...and I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT IT IS!!! If you ever need the best Italian food ever, with a wonderful wonderful atmosphere and an award-winning wine list, ask me personally. Because I want you to remember who to thank later. Jeremy--you're sworn not ot reveal my best-kept secret!
Jeremy also gifted me with a stunning bouquet of organic, pesticide-free roses--very rare in this city. They're tremendous! All told, it was an exquisite day. I love you, boy!
Today started out nicely with us waking up early (albeit not without crankiness from the Jeremy morning-critter) and being productive, but then sort of spiraled into ickiness--icky weather, icky doctor's appointment, ball-breaking studio classes, and vast amounts of potentially useful evening dissipating with no explanation. So now I'm really fussy and want everyone to leave me alone until I get my life in order (which I was supposed to do on Saturday). But we all know that Kate's Life In Order is not only improbable but almost certainly an ungraspable Platonic Form (doubly ungraspable since Plato was a fucktard and Forms don't exist). So I guess I'll continue to bitch and moan in lieu of productivity or sleep and maybe one day someone will pay me to be a professional bitch-and-moaner. Oooh! Jeremy just accused me of being more ept* at wasting time than he is, which is bullshit, and an excellent impetus for sustained productivity.
To work!
*re-introducing the morpheme "ept" (as in 'inept') into English as an independent word. Because I miss it.