chapped lips: the air gets dry
Coffee dissolves the appetite, which is good for me because then I can skip breakfast. At the present time, I can hardly afford to eat breakfast everyday, but the coffee is provided by the company. It jitters me and jives me and I strain to keep myself busy throughout the energy buzz.
I wait for nine:oclock to strike for the banks to open and make phone calls. Why we open an hour before everyone else is lost on me.
I hopefully will be traveling to my hometown this weekend. It all depends on whether my paycheck is waiting for me in the morning at my office or if they are not cut until tomorrow and dropped off in the afternoon. Everyone is neither here nor there when it comes to how this will play out and it irritates me. I am beginning to think that my trip will fall through because of the paycheck problem and how disappointing. This company is not reliable, not connected, and management is completely unhindged in regard to keeping schedule.
The tomatoes I grew and moved outside onto the deck have died before I got one ripe tomato. The environment at 10,000 feet elevation is just not satisfactory for a summer garden. There were several large green tomatoes on the plants for 2 months. We've gotten frost in the last week a few times. Winter approaches and there will hardly be an autumn to speak of, unless I treck to Boulder or Denver.
Dan and I went and saw Paul Oakenfold and Underworld at the Fillmore Tuesday night. The show was originally scheduled for Red Rocks, but amazingly enough, Underworld could not fill the stadium enough so the show had to be moved. We met Scott, Becky, and Dustin at Old Chicago for drinks beforehand. Kragen came by and we all went to the show where Dan and I immediately lost everyone to the center of the crowd. I was disappointed with the performance of Underworld, mainly because they did not play my favorite song, "Dirty Epic". Although near the end, some dready, hippie guy came up to me and offered up a free pill which I gladly accepted and then had to reliquish the driver's seat of my new car to Dan for the drive home.
I can sense that today I will smoke many cigarrettes.
Dan was out for the night last night in Boulder having to babysit Atari after school while her Mama is at work. He does the same this evening and will come home afterwards. At least this gives ample opportunity for us to get our laundry done for free and on a weekly basis. The first few weeks of this arrangement were much more difficult, but this week he was home more. It's become easier after two years to sleep apart. When we first moved in together, he was never away for what seemed like almost a year. So the first few times he went to play shows and I could not go, those nights were a mess for me. Tossing and turning, feeling cold in my bones. One learns to adjust to the times though. I think our relationship is better than it has ever been in some ways and worse than ever in other ways. Financially we are a wreck. A complete and utter failure. It's embarressing really, when we see friends who say they are struggling, yet they pull out their wallet and it's lined with fifties and twenties. They invite us to a birthday getaway in the mountains at a cabin, but they ask us to throw in fifty dollars...how embarressing that we cannot afford it. How to dodge the question...how to imply that we are flat broke. More than flat broke, we have damaged others into financial woe along with us. It causes more tension between Dan and I than anything else. In fact, it is the only thing that causes tension between us.
I hope I get to drive Capital Parkway this weekend. I want to eat a D'Leons Chile Relleno, because I've been ordering them everywhere in the last year and nothing beats it. I want to bring my dog into my brother's house and prove him wrong about dogs. I want to pick up my tent from Dustin's house and meet his and Karen's newborn baby boy. I want to see how Allana has settled in Omaha. I want to see Liz at her job, I wonder if she wears heels to work. I want to dance in the street with Colin to Jump, Jive,'n' Wail.
The courier just walked in and said that he was told he'd have checks to bring into the offices at 7:30 tomorrow morning, so I do hope I will be heading out early. I'd be pleased as punch.
I wait for nine:oclock to strike for the banks to open and make phone calls. Why we open an hour before everyone else is lost on me.
I hopefully will be traveling to my hometown this weekend. It all depends on whether my paycheck is waiting for me in the morning at my office or if they are not cut until tomorrow and dropped off in the afternoon. Everyone is neither here nor there when it comes to how this will play out and it irritates me. I am beginning to think that my trip will fall through because of the paycheck problem and how disappointing. This company is not reliable, not connected, and management is completely unhindged in regard to keeping schedule.
The tomatoes I grew and moved outside onto the deck have died before I got one ripe tomato. The environment at 10,000 feet elevation is just not satisfactory for a summer garden. There were several large green tomatoes on the plants for 2 months. We've gotten frost in the last week a few times. Winter approaches and there will hardly be an autumn to speak of, unless I treck to Boulder or Denver.
Dan and I went and saw Paul Oakenfold and Underworld at the Fillmore Tuesday night. The show was originally scheduled for Red Rocks, but amazingly enough, Underworld could not fill the stadium enough so the show had to be moved. We met Scott, Becky, and Dustin at Old Chicago for drinks beforehand. Kragen came by and we all went to the show where Dan and I immediately lost everyone to the center of the crowd. I was disappointed with the performance of Underworld, mainly because they did not play my favorite song, "Dirty Epic". Although near the end, some dready, hippie guy came up to me and offered up a free pill which I gladly accepted and then had to reliquish the driver's seat of my new car to Dan for the drive home.
I can sense that today I will smoke many cigarrettes.
Dan was out for the night last night in Boulder having to babysit Atari after school while her Mama is at work. He does the same this evening and will come home afterwards. At least this gives ample opportunity for us to get our laundry done for free and on a weekly basis. The first few weeks of this arrangement were much more difficult, but this week he was home more. It's become easier after two years to sleep apart. When we first moved in together, he was never away for what seemed like almost a year. So the first few times he went to play shows and I could not go, those nights were a mess for me. Tossing and turning, feeling cold in my bones. One learns to adjust to the times though. I think our relationship is better than it has ever been in some ways and worse than ever in other ways. Financially we are a wreck. A complete and utter failure. It's embarressing really, when we see friends who say they are struggling, yet they pull out their wallet and it's lined with fifties and twenties. They invite us to a birthday getaway in the mountains at a cabin, but they ask us to throw in fifty dollars...how embarressing that we cannot afford it. How to dodge the question...how to imply that we are flat broke. More than flat broke, we have damaged others into financial woe along with us. It causes more tension between Dan and I than anything else. In fact, it is the only thing that causes tension between us.
I hope I get to drive Capital Parkway this weekend. I want to eat a D'Leons Chile Relleno, because I've been ordering them everywhere in the last year and nothing beats it. I want to bring my dog into my brother's house and prove him wrong about dogs. I want to pick up my tent from Dustin's house and meet his and Karen's newborn baby boy. I want to see how Allana has settled in Omaha. I want to see Liz at her job, I wonder if she wears heels to work. I want to dance in the street with Colin to Jump, Jive,'n' Wail.
The courier just walked in and said that he was told he'd have checks to bring into the offices at 7:30 tomorrow morning, so I do hope I will be heading out early. I'd be pleased as punch.