Home now. I just opened a bottle of diet sprite and it bubbled up over the lip of the bottle, down my hands and onto my lap. How refreshing is that?
The flight home was not pleasant, and AA can expect an email from me. Which means that they failed to provide adequate service in a way that could have been easily avoided. I don’t write complaints often. But I’m very… vexed with them. Maybe we’ll talk about it later, I just had a post vacation massage and she beat the crap out of me. Seriously. The crap. Out. Of me. So I’m a bit noodley.
I’m in New York City right now. I gotta tell you, I’m about museumed out. Here is the thing with me and museums… well, let me just give you an impression of me in a musuem:
“oh, ok, painting, painting, very interesting, uh-oh, ok, another painting, look it’s jesus… again, painting, ok, nice, sure whatever, Oh! That’s very nice! I like that a lot! Ok, painting, painting, painting, very nice, ok, whatever.”
The “Oh! That’s very nice” moments are few and far between, and become even more infrequent the more I am in a museum. Even tho, I have to say, I did enjoy them. I kinda think that, maybe, the museum of natural history might be a bit more interesting because it’s sciencey and such.
My mom’s the same way, luckily. We decided the next museum we aren’t even going to go in, but just go straight to the museum store. hee!
Anyway, I just got back from a night tour, and I’m freezing and I think I’d like to crawl under the covers. So we’ll talk soon, ok?
I’ve been a little out of sorts lately. I’m gradually tapering off some medication I’ve been on for a long time. Each step down has been a reduction by half and each reduction is more annoying and troublesome than the one before it. In the past, I’ve talked about dealing with depression. It hasn’t come up in a while because, actually, I’ve been doing well for the last few years. Which is why I am now working my way off the antidepressant. It’s kicking my ass, I’ll tell you what, because I stopped entirely last week. It takes a few days before withdrawal kicks in. And now, I think my current state can best be summed up in this video I saw on cuteoverload.com.
I’ve never been a morning person, but right now it’s ridunculous how hard it is to wake up. I hear the alarm, sometimes, but I cannot fully wake up. It’s not unlike being sedated. I think I fell back asleep in the midst of talking to Wil a couple of times, in the morning.
I’m a little worried because my mom is picking me up at 6:30 tomorrow morning, we are leaving for New York. Wil says he’ll call me at six to say goodbye and wish my Happy Birthday [look how I managed to drop in the fact that tomorrow is my birthday, I am so subtle].
Irritability is also an issue. It’s totally irrational rage. I haven’t hit anyone. And I’m pretty good at recognizing that it’s not normal, and dealing with it somewhat calmly. It comes out most frequently when I am driving. On the way home tonight I was heard to say:
Why don’t you just get out of my way you fucking fuck. You do not belong in the left hand lane… FUCK FUCK FUCK I HATE YOU!!
Oh, smooth fucko, you’ve just wasted at least 30 seconds of EVERYONE’S LIFE ARE YOU HAPPY? FUCKO?
You know, biker boy, I’m bigger than you, I’m faster than you, I’m made of metal and if I hit you, it will hurt your ecologically conscious ass. What do you think of that? Then just get the hell out of my way, assface!
Ma’am, congratulations on being a butt, I hope you are enjoying that phone conversation you GIGANTIC BUTT!
Somehow, based on past experiences, I think New York will be able to handle my rage.
I’d wish me happy birthday if I were you, you don’t want to make me angry, do you?
I would like to post, if I may, a brief, but glowing, review of my new shoes. They are Keen shoes.
There they are. I bought them for my upcoming trip to New York. I wanted something that was a good walking shoe, being from the West coast, as I am, I am not used to all the walking I am going to be doing over those 5 days. But, I wanted something more autumnal and a bit nicer than sneakers. The Man and Dr. Stevil are pretty huge fans of the Keens. I’m a fan of the Merrill, so I was looking for something along those lines.
Let me tell you something, these shoes? They are made for walking! I took them out for a test run on Friday when Wil made me walk and walk and walk around in the fresh air and sunshine. I don’t know why he hates me so, that he makes me go outside and do physical activities like that. Sometimes, tho, he lets me hold his hand, so it’s all good.
No, in all seriousness, we went walking around the neighborhood and it was fun because you don’t see things when you drive. You don’t notice all the gingerbread details on the houses. The sun was out, the air was crisp and the leaves were all different colors. Only my nose got cold, occasionally, and I just stuck it in Wil’s neck until it warmed up. We were able to discuss just how much yard we thought we could handle, if we owned houses. Me? About a postage stamp size. And it gave him an opportunity to show me where he and his best friend used to live, and the black streaks that still remain on the white stucco where J9 egged their house.
“What did you do to deserve that?”
“I don’t know… I’m sure we were totally innocent.”
“Yeah, right.”
Anyway, the shoes worked like a charm. Completely comfortable, no blisters, no rubbing spots. I told Wil he needs some of these shoes. He’s a walking nut.
October is the best month of the year, I swear. I love autumn. These shoes are New York City bound in four days.
It just occurred to me, you know what NaNoWriMo is? It’s 1 thousand weeks of 50 word fiction Fridays, in one month. The thought made me sleepy, so I asked Wil to write a fiction for today, therefore, the theme is delegation.
She had driven all night to see him. They spent the night in bed and ordered room service cheeseburgers. The next day she slept late and asked if he would write her English assignment. As she slept he wondered how old she was, and if she had stolen that car?
EDITED TO ADD: Ok, I finally wrote my own story about delegation.
“So … where is she?”
“She took the day off and I have to cover for her.”
“What does that entail, exactly?”
“Well, it means I do no work all day and then leave early.”
“You’d better do some online shopping as well, just to be safe.”
From my fortune cookie today. I’m pretty excited because I have some plants in the works. Like… PLANS in all caps. Most of which I am not ready to divulge yet. But trust me, some of them are genius plans. I will share one with you, my halloween costume plans… there’s a party going on in Victoria. Costumes required. So we were all sitting around discussing what costumes Wil might consider wearing. He would not go as his and hers Zorros, much to my disappointment…. you get a sword! I mean, come on! But, what we’ve come up with is a repeat of my pregnant Catholic school girl costumes, which is a favorite of mine because I get to put my hair in pigtails and suck on lollipops. And Wil is going to be a priest. Maybe. He might change his mind. Even tho, I told him if he lost the white collar and added sunglasses, he could morph into johnny cash as the night progressed. But I think Pregnant Catholic School Girl and Priest is a good combo.
I’ve never had a costume combo before. That is to say, I’ve never even considered the pairing of costumes to make a theme. Yet another sign of Girlfriend Mushiness, I suppose. Awwwww….
Anyway, my second fortune, for I had two cookies, was “You are a person of imaginative, yet honest intentions.”
I’m trying out different allergy medicines, to find one that does not make me sleepy or dopey. Dopier. So far, not much luck. I almost got in an accident today. Not because of my driving, but because my reaction time to someone else’s dumb driving was slower.
I’m also wearing my tall shoes today. They make me wobbly on a good day. So…
experimental allergy medicine + tall shoes = bad idea #83
I have friends who consider the Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds to be genius. And Mr. Moon once told me that “God Only Knows” and “Wouldn’t it be Nice?” are two of the most romantic songs a boy could email a girl. He’s probably right. In a break from tradition, I’m not going to talk about each version, but rather just give ’em to you to enjoy. God Only Knows – The Beach Boys
