intersections
It's two in the afternoon, and I'm amazed that David isn't home yet. He had to go to Cheyenne yesterday (yes, that's in Wyoming; yes it means lots of driving) and he was literally gone for 14 hours. He said he was probably going to come home early today, because OMGWTF, but I thought he'd come home for lunch and just stay. *shrug*
I don't think I'm getting sick anymore. I think a lot of it has just been stress and sleep deprivation (funny how those two go together so often), but I'm starting to feel a lot better. Having my Tuesdays off of work again makes a huge difference. This Thursday I'm covering for Kari because last Thursday she completely melted down. She's graduating in December, she's been working on this degree for five years, and she just took on the Christmas program at work. I felt bad for having a hand in kind of pushing her to the point where she started crying, but I was really tense that time last week, too. We just collided, and everyone got wise to the fact that Kari needed a day OFF. Our boss offered it to her; she didn't ask. So I'm covering for her, which makes me appreciate this Tuesday off even more.
Listening to the soundtrack for Last Exile makes me really want to sit down and watch the whole anime again. I don't get that way about many series. It was a very well-done anime, even though the ending irritated the hell out of me. Then again, maybe it'll be like Love, Actually. I hated the ending of that movie before I watched it a second time, then I felt differently.
In the meantime, I'm devouring - get this - a Stephen King novel. My Wonder Twin lent me Insomnia, and it's sad and disturbing and compelling. It is the third King book I've laid hands on. I usually keep a book of poetry on my desk, just in case (what?), and lately it's been The Essential Rumi (a fabulous birthday present from my brother, years ago). Every time I pick up Insomnia, it makes me think of this poem:
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
I have also decided that the next time I go out, I need to try having a cosmopolitan. Once upon a time, lakilika compared me (or my personality, whichever) to the harsh-sweet mixture of vodka and cranberry juice. I've just never gone out of my comfort zone and ordered one to see if a cosmopolitan is the beverage of my soul. Or whatever.
CAKE. THE CAKE IS A LIE.
I don't think I'm getting sick anymore. I think a lot of it has just been stress and sleep deprivation (funny how those two go together so often), but I'm starting to feel a lot better. Having my Tuesdays off of work again makes a huge difference. This Thursday I'm covering for Kari because last Thursday she completely melted down. She's graduating in December, she's been working on this degree for five years, and she just took on the Christmas program at work. I felt bad for having a hand in kind of pushing her to the point where she started crying, but I was really tense that time last week, too. We just collided, and everyone got wise to the fact that Kari needed a day OFF. Our boss offered it to her; she didn't ask. So I'm covering for her, which makes me appreciate this Tuesday off even more.
Listening to the soundtrack for Last Exile makes me really want to sit down and watch the whole anime again. I don't get that way about many series. It was a very well-done anime, even though the ending irritated the hell out of me. Then again, maybe it'll be like Love, Actually. I hated the ending of that movie before I watched it a second time, then I felt differently.
In the meantime, I'm devouring - get this - a Stephen King novel. My Wonder Twin lent me Insomnia, and it's sad and disturbing and compelling. It is the third King book I've laid hands on. I usually keep a book of poetry on my desk, just in case (what?), and lately it's been The Essential Rumi (a fabulous birthday present from my brother, years ago). Every time I pick up Insomnia, it makes me think of this poem:
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
I have also decided that the next time I go out, I need to try having a cosmopolitan. Once upon a time, lakilika compared me (or my personality, whichever) to the harsh-sweet mixture of vodka and cranberry juice. I've just never gone out of my comfort zone and ordered one to see if a cosmopolitan is the beverage of my soul. Or whatever.
CAKE. THE CAKE IS A LIE.