Pretty good.
I am in a curiously optimistic and happy mood today.
For several weeks now, I’ve been in a slump. I don’t want to go to work (and often do not go to work) or exert myself beyond instant messaging or laying around. I eat basically nothing, even though I go to the caf every day, and to make the days pass I sleep for hours. I don’t wear make-up or get dressed up unless it’s to go out at night, and my professional clothes are a rotation of three pairs of pants and five shirts - despite closets and dressers full of blouses and sweaters.
Fall is my favorite season, but this happens every year.
Don’t get me wrong - I have good times. I see the friends I want to see and we talk. It isn’t as if I’ve withdrawn myself. I love breakfasts every morning at 7 a.m., and the highlights of my days are seeing a whole two people. It comes down to the fact that I hate the day between 9 a.m. and 3 p.m.
Plus, I’ve been sick.
But today, today is good. I haven’t coughed (much), and I’m not (terribly) bored. My perky, chipmunk voice isn’t seeping with (negative) disdain, either - it’s the typical contempt for everything minus the indifference and exhaustion. Maybe it’s because Thanksgiving is coming…or because I plugged in my Christmas lights this morning while I got ready…or because I had breakfast with Morgan, whom I rarely see… I’m not sure.
I’m also content with the ways other parts of my life are going.
Aaron and I are going to McDonald’s tonight (surprise!) - but in style. Him in a suit; me in a dress. I am so excited. I live for shit like this. I bought this little girl’s dress at a Thrift Store awhile ago. It is black velvet (the top/body) with a tarnished gold skirt - and there’s a bow! Of course, I’ll be wearing black pants as well, as the skirt will barely cover anything. (You know, I hope the dress fits. I’m just assuming it will.) Oh! and I can do my make-up all pretty-like. But do I go light/feminine or harsh/Rachel? Decisions, decisions. This is how I entertain myself. Sad, I know. I’m also thrilled that Aaron is actually indulging me and the Friday night I planned without consulting him.
I’m going to read E.B White’s “Here is New York” now.
For several weeks now, I’ve been in a slump. I don’t want to go to work (and often do not go to work) or exert myself beyond instant messaging or laying around. I eat basically nothing, even though I go to the caf every day, and to make the days pass I sleep for hours. I don’t wear make-up or get dressed up unless it’s to go out at night, and my professional clothes are a rotation of three pairs of pants and five shirts - despite closets and dressers full of blouses and sweaters.
Fall is my favorite season, but this happens every year.
Don’t get me wrong - I have good times. I see the friends I want to see and we talk. It isn’t as if I’ve withdrawn myself. I love breakfasts every morning at 7 a.m., and the highlights of my days are seeing a whole two people. It comes down to the fact that I hate the day between 9 a.m. and 3 p.m.
Plus, I’ve been sick.
But today, today is good. I haven’t coughed (much), and I’m not (terribly) bored. My perky, chipmunk voice isn’t seeping with (negative) disdain, either - it’s the typical contempt for everything minus the indifference and exhaustion. Maybe it’s because Thanksgiving is coming…or because I plugged in my Christmas lights this morning while I got ready…or because I had breakfast with Morgan, whom I rarely see… I’m not sure.
I’m also content with the ways other parts of my life are going.
Aaron and I are going to McDonald’s tonight (surprise!) - but in style. Him in a suit; me in a dress. I am so excited. I live for shit like this. I bought this little girl’s dress at a Thrift Store awhile ago. It is black velvet (the top/body) with a tarnished gold skirt - and there’s a bow! Of course, I’ll be wearing black pants as well, as the skirt will barely cover anything. (You know, I hope the dress fits. I’m just assuming it will.) Oh! and I can do my make-up all pretty-like. But do I go light/feminine or harsh/Rachel? Decisions, decisions. This is how I entertain myself. Sad, I know. I’m also thrilled that Aaron is actually indulging me and the Friday night I planned without consulting him.
I’m going to read E.B White’s “Here is New York” now.