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2.22.2003
 
Been doing research into emotional abuse and recovering from same. Chatted with U, always a pleasure, that boy. Going out to eat w/ Mom and Gramma. Sent the first chapter of my fanfic to my beta, L. Eagerly awaiting her opinion. She really liked the vignette I sent her, so I'm thinking her reaction will be positive. I want good, honest feedback-- don't want to be creating dreck. ( 3:23 PM )


2.21.2003
 
Did 3 shops today, saw M for a brief time, came home. Dull day. ( 7:42 PM )
 
Went to M's tonight after doing a shop, the plan was for a big pile of folk to go out to Lone Star Steakhouse onaconna M's friend and former roommate, an Air Force something-or-other, was back since Monday from the Middle East. Turns out the poor bastard has food poisoning or a stomach bug, cuz he spent the evening dashing to and fro the loo, from which many unpleasant retching sounds were heard. M's sister A was FREAKING OUT and spraying EVERYTHING (including ME) with Lysol. Would have been funny, but the disinfectant stench gave me a headache.

M and I went by ourselves to the all-you-can-cram Chinese buffet, had satay beef and crab rangoon and EXCELLENT sushi w/ fresh ginger, mmmmmmmmm. And fried bread, of course. Heh. So, a decent if not terribly eventful day.
( 1:52 AM )


2.20.2003
 
Listening to: Be Mine by David Grey

It snowed like unholy hell the past few days (for here), and we're finally plowed out. Took three days to get the plow guys off their keisters, I suppose... but I'm free, free at last! Heh. Spent the past 4 days surfing the net, downloading stuff, playing The Sims. It's been heavenly, but I'm somewhat stircrazy and v. ready to get out and do stuff. Most important of which is to find a full time job. Gonna make a concerted effort, starting tomorrow.

Been eating like a mad eejit lately. M says it's out of boredom. I dunno, could be. Personally, I think it's because it's the only pleasure I'm getting lately. And no, I'm not just talking about sex or lack thereof (although now that I mention it, argh) but also no other pleasures, either-- no satisfaction in a job well done, or money earned, or aesthetic appreciations, etc.

I think I need a trip to the city for some visual stimulus, in the form of art via the Met. Some live music wouldn't be amiss either-- I'd just die for a nice classical concert right about now, but some blues would be super too. Alas, no trip to the city until more money, and no more money until job, so...
( 2:26 AM )


2.16.2003
 
Went to French Winter Games yesterday-- was the second to arrive at the site (got up v. early, for some reason, way before I'd set the alarm) and so went back to the car to sleep for a while. Helped cook most of the day, with breaks throughout-- spent a decent amount of time watching the brewing contest. Feast was v. good, if a bit heavy on the cooked fruit: delicious spinache and cheese quiche, French bread and butter, garlic-crusted roast chicken with delicious gravy and curried apples, stuffed pork with more, uncurried applesauce. Dessert was stewed pears (I called them "done" just right, they were cooked through but not mushy, still firm and dense) and gingerbread, but neither satisfied my sweets craving so C and P and I shared a little chocolate cake.

After the event I met Joe at a movie theatre and we saw Shanghai Knights with Jackie Chan and Owen Wilson in it. It was v. silly but funny, Owen Wilson is adorable enough to eat (read that whichever way you like) and Jackie Chan is just cool the way he works props into his fights.

I had to leave in the middle of righting this post, as Rufus called and we chatted for a half-hour. Utterly surreal.

Mom and I were going to look for cars today, but it's snowing so we're not leaving our snuggly homes.
( 2:12 PM )


right now i am The current mood of tarakannon@hotmail.com at www.imood.com

=links=

Something*Positive
Queen of Wands
Random Thoughts
One Ringy-Dingy
Welcome to de Swamp
Get Slayed
The Displaced Bostonian

=things that are of the good=

  1. chocolate frosting
  2. Kate Spade tote bags
  3. warm furry cats that give you hugs, especially when your husband has dumped you
  4. Florence King books
  5. funny Norwegian stepfathers
  6. Dave Barry's annual gift guide
  7. wine-red lipstick
  8. playing D2 for 13 hours straight, bringing your new zon char up to level 92 and totally kicking ass against lightning-immune uniques in hell
  9. Cherry Poppin' Daddies
  10. grilled cheese sammiches
  11. Spike's cheekbones
  12. tea tree oil, for those stubborn spots
  13. Harry Potter books
  14. driving down the highway on a summer night, smelling honeysuckle in the air
  15. Tony Shalhoub
  16. hot creamy tea on a cold rainy day
  17. Diana Krall's songs
  18. hot french fries
  19. warm, soft, comfortable, slouch-around-the-house clothes
  20. when my hair smells like green tea shampoo
  21. driving anywhere in NJ with Joe and he's making me laugh so hard I'm screaming like a mental patient
  22. walking at night in the winter, when the air's clear and I can see every star, and i suddenly know my place in the universe.

=things that are of the bad=

  1. rain causing my hair to frizz
  2. people who can think I can just "snap out of" being bipolar
  3. road ragers
  4. breaking a heel
  5. laddering my new tights
  6. cold french fries
  7. employers who defy the laws of logic
  8. noisy spoiled children
  9. cheap eating establishments who serve crappy food, even though it's my own damned fault for going there in the first place, as I should know better
  10. sappy dumb movies--specialty of Lifetime channel-- that my grandmother watches all day on telly
  11. the fact that I look damned stupid in hats, any type of hat-- esp. in winter when it's cold and I'm freezing and desperately *want* to wear a hat but can't as I'm a slave to vanity.
  12. sinus infections that make my eyes swollen and my head ache like tiny elves with jackhammers are pounding away in my cranium.
  13. my stupid bastard of a husband. he is truly every inch the wanking loser, and i can only hope he roasts in hell for what he's done to me. failing that, a good infestation of fleas in his copious back pelt might suffice.

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