What the hell?

yep

did it again. that is, nothing.

i started the morning early, you know because it's saturday, and showered before 8. it kills me how hard it is to get up M-F, yet come S/S I'm up before the sun. I poked open a book The Toucher had provided at work, and just put it down an hour ago. Backpack by Emily Barr was much better than Laura Jacobs' Women About Town. And now I am contemplating the vast nothingness that is approaching come two weeks. What the hell am I supposed to do then? And why am I the pariah of employment? Bleck. Spoke to my parents and realize i haven't spoken socially anyone since I saw alison earlier this week. Weird. In a good and bad way. I don't when it happened, but I've pared the circle so small that the phone does not ring off the hook. And it appears I will be the woman with pet aspirations (instead of, oh, having an apartment of my own or pets;). La la la.

on a serious note, i finally slept soundly last night. i needed it. the plan had been to take my laundry to queens today. but the thought of seeing, let alone speaking to "them" was enough to encourage my lack of motivation. the only dent put in my plans by this is washing e's sheets. i briefly entertained buying her sheets, but then i thought of the cost of my recent trip. which brings me back to the book the work colleague offered. it's about traveling with the goils are right now. and how a sudden windfall allows her to travel for more than a year. and falling in love. and drinking. and taking risks.

i was looking at the friday five (a series of questions that bloggers tend to respond to - don't ask me where they come from). when asked how much of a risk taker I am on a scale of 1 to 10, i'm not. at all. i used to be. and have slowly crept back into silence and obedience. which puts me in my current career dilemma. to self medicate, i puchased a carb heavy White Tuscan pizza (truffle oil, need I say more?) and a two dollar cookie. I was aghast at the price, but can now (as the sugar rush is rising) speak to the quality of the baked good. My god. Hey, you know if I was 8 inches taller I could be a plus sized model? Groan. I was looking at the Ford models 12 plus head shots yesterday. Oy.

Should have bought a lottery ticket today.

posted by irene @ 2/07/2004 07:10:00 PM