Gripes and groans and Thursday.
OMG - this no-drinking till Friday has got to stop! I'm sober, people. Sober and cranky.
I have this work-related class I go to on Thursdays now. It's at an architect firm called Gensler (you see their names all over on construction cranes) and it's located in a cool building that used to be the headquarters of Hill's Coffee (right underneath the Bay Bridge). It has workspaces that resemble the workplaces on 'Alias' or 'Bones' - not a single cubicle to be found.
But it's work-related. WORK. And I can't just rush home and pop the top on that Scotch or mix up a nice vodka martini after. At least not tonight. Tonight I get Hansen's diet soda (with Splenda(tm)!) and a tinsy frozen pizza. And string beans. And maybe some Supernatural. Or Porn (aka - the new Diet Coke!)
Life is going many directions at once. Writing is back on again (result of lust, a good thing) Toni and Henry are definitely back on, and so is Leonard. Weight loss is back on again (result of lust again, but that means the Mon.-Thurs. sobriety deal, yuk.)- the upside is I have all this. . . energy. . . and I could use a bit of release that running and swimming can't quite cut; and then there's my uncredited assist to Damien's screenplay (Totally floored him with an idea to get that info to Chang in an indirect way - he so owes me).
Meanwhile, my heart is a messy, messy, mess. There's a person out there I miss terribly, but there's nothing I can do. She lives far away, and has a life that makes her particularly unsuitable for this kind of affection. But there you go. It would be easy if this were all in my head - but no. It's my heart.
Life was easier when I was numb.
I have this work-related class I go to on Thursdays now. It's at an architect firm called Gensler (you see their names all over on construction cranes) and it's located in a cool building that used to be the headquarters of Hill's Coffee (right underneath the Bay Bridge). It has workspaces that resemble the workplaces on 'Alias' or 'Bones' - not a single cubicle to be found.
But it's work-related. WORK. And I can't just rush home and pop the top on that Scotch or mix up a nice vodka martini after. At least not tonight. Tonight I get Hansen's diet soda (with Splenda(tm)!) and a tinsy frozen pizza. And string beans. And maybe some Supernatural. Or Porn (aka - the new Diet Coke!)
Life is going many directions at once. Writing is back on again (result of lust, a good thing) Toni and Henry are definitely back on, and so is Leonard. Weight loss is back on again (result of lust again, but that means the Mon.-Thurs. sobriety deal, yuk.)- the upside is I have all this. . . energy. . . and I could use a bit of release that running and swimming can't quite cut; and then there's my uncredited assist to Damien's screenplay (Totally floored him with an idea to get that info to Chang in an indirect way - he so owes me).
Meanwhile, my heart is a messy, messy, mess. There's a person out there I miss terribly, but there's nothing I can do. She lives far away, and has a life that makes her particularly unsuitable for this kind of affection. But there you go. It would be easy if this were all in my head - but no. It's my heart.
Life was easier when I was numb.