Day One, Thursday
For about the first two hours of my escapades last night, I
would say that I was, to use my own words, doing myself
justice, but then... but then lets just say vodka requires more
stamina then I think I have at my disposal. live and learn.
Day Two, Friday
No adventures to be had, unless you consider meeting a cute girl
with one thumb an adventure. 16hp was, as expected, super good.
Rest of the weekend, as reported on Monday 2/5:
eh. Lost Saturday to a migraine and a case of vertigo.
Sunday was very pleasant though! I had phone dates with Renee and Marychen and then
Jaime and Dirt came to play. I wrote a bunch, but lost it to a system crash. Spent an
obscene amount of time online doing planning/research for my next trip. Reader poll:
Should I visit Alsace or the south of France?
oh god, I knew there was something I was forgetting, I gave the lizard back to his original owner. I will miss him. I wont however miss the deep wounds and scars. Also, I have my bed back. That's a plus.
Was down in Delaware visiting Miranda this past weekend and she sent me home with tons of new music. I am taking it slowly. Haven't been able to move past the Tool box set stuff and, as an interesting corollary, some solo M. Doughty. I have tried to interject some some Radiohead, but really I need time to soak it all up. New music is good.
Hey and speaking of good music, 16 horse power is playing Friday night.
Oh and speaking of indulgence and misbehavior, I think I will utilize the better portion of this upcoming weekend to placate my recently bolstered sense of adventure. What does this mean you ask? I reply, "I have no idea!" I just need to do myself justice.
I have been rather lazy again and I have been asking myself for the past few days, "What-O-what shall you write about?" The gut wrenching response to which is, "Your life is a bore and you have the flu. You would rather be asleep then in front of a computer. give it up." OK but behold! I was reading marychen's diary today and its the god honest truth, it made me laugh harder then I have laughed in an awful long time. So I am here to break the silence with a suggestion, go read mary's top secret diary. I'll be counting on her to have adventures enough for the two of us.
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01/17/01 I think I may be feverish. shoot. Otherwise, I am good, I guess. Last night Jaime, Brad, Bean, Craig, (Michael Minton, where were you?) and I closed Tattooed Mom's, so despite the happy memories I am feeling a bit over... under... ah, a bit strung out. And you know, its only partly the drink, the major culprit here is the lack of sleep. Had I been to bed before 5am I would not feel nearly so assy right now. Behavior of this sort is beginning to lose its overall appeal and not cause I don't enjoy drunken vodka fueled late night shenanigans, lord knows it is my findness for such highjinks that keeps me coming back for more and more and more, but because its bad for my constitution. I am not as young as I once was and my stomach, back, head, eyes, and about 13 other undisclosed organs are showing there age. I need to go easier on myself, at least on the school nights. I received my very late christmas present from Renee. First I would like to mention that gifts made by the giver's own sweet hands are the best. Second, Renee can knit one mean hat. Its wonderful and it almost makes up for the lateness. Almost. What does make up for the lateness however is the sheer comic charm of the second half of my gift. (see above for visual aid) My new Yes & KNOW Invisible Ink Game Book: Space Encounters includes these "Use of the YES & KNOW Pen" instructions: 1) Pen Should be used with very, very light pressure in a back and forth motion - never in a circular grinding motion. 2) Excessive pressure or rubbing serves NO purpose ... etc etc
Words to live by wouldn't you agree?
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Lets hear it for depression!
I had just plumb forgot how comforting a healthy dose of fatalism and self doubt could be. Really makes me feel nostalgic and sort of... whole. I mean who am I if not a feeling person and what could be felt more solidly, completely and tenderly then a good ol'fashioned depression?? Nothing, I say!
The beast seems to be doing better. He is eating now, thank-fucking-god. I had been
feeling all good about myself cause for the past few days I have successfully given his
meds: An antibiotic and mineral supplement crushed up and dissolved in a Fresh
Samantha's Super Juice, administered with a jumbo eye dropper while he spits at me
and wrestles vainly to gain his freedom. I should have gotten his nails clipped while
I was at the vets. If I walk away from this with out having to get stitches it will be
a miracle.
I was counting the days. 3 down, 11 to go. Then I talked to the vet this morning, seems
his blood work came back and the results are perplexing. "Better keep him on the
antibiotic for another 6 week" he says. My heart sank. sigh. The lizard hates it and I
hate it and we are stuck with it for two months. This is the cross we must bear.
My friend Brad is in town and I have a feeling that I will be doing more drinking this week then I have in some time. I thought I had written about this last year, but I cant find it: Brad has this outrageous talent for encouraging me to get drunker then is befitting a lady of my status in polite society. Putting it plainly, Brad usually gets me fall-down-drunk. Really, nobody else can claim that. It all began about 7 year ago with a jug of canadian whisky at DaveO's house down in Who-knows-the-fuck-where, Maryland. If I remember properly, at one point I was on the kitchen floor. Last year around new years, I got so snookered that I had to remain in bed for about 24 hours after the drinking had ceased. (wait, I found it, It was the entry from 1/20/00) I am not looking forward to the hangovers that are in my future.
Oh but here is something to look forward to:
tomorrow is cakes and 40s day at the office.
right on.
Its been 8 days since my last cigarette. That's one day longer then a week. This is the longest I have gone (by 7 days) without a cigarette in 3 years. I miss them. sigh.
but that's ok, I win.
ok here is a story:
As you may or may not know, I have been feeling some guilt about my improper care for my darling lizard. Its winter now and he is not getting the heat and light that he needs. A few weeks ago this appetite began to wane. I noticed, but was hopeful and also I was so busy with work, holidays and travel that it was difficult if not impossible to focus and take action on his behalf. Anyway, I got back from LA and he just didn't look good. In fact he looks BAD, like not going to make it much longer bad and of course I am beating myself with guilt and guilt and more guilt. So this morning I pick up the phone and start calling vets. Its painful. I am dreading this, half not wanting to deal with the admittance that I am a terrible lizard caregiver and half not wanting to deal with the seemingly inevitable stages of reptile health care (tube feedings, injections, and more!).
First vet: They only make appointments two days a week and cant see me
for another two weeks anyway.
No go.
Second vet: A nice girl named Stephanie answers the phone. They can see me tomorrow. Will I fill them in on what's up with the lizard? I begin to tell my story and she interrupts now and again to ask a question or two. Eventually: "yes, I want to make an appointment." Then She begins with a series of patient/doctor type questions about myself and about the beast. My name and address. His name and species etc...
And then:
S: How long have you had him?
M: Almost a year and a half, but he is a big guy, around 5 years old I
think
S: Oh, so you got him at a pet store?
M: No, (nervous laugh) He was found in a tree
silence
S: and you live on Hazel Ave.?
M: yeah...
S: and when did you find him?
M: around the first week of June 99
S: ah... you are not going to believe this... I lost my iguana in west
philly at the end of that May. He was about five.
The conversation goes on like this for some time. We are both excited and flabbergasted. It becomes more then clear to me that after a year and a half that I have stumbled across the original owner/parent of my iguana. She seems to want to remain skeptical, "People lose iguanas all the time" she's says. But come on! Same two week period. Same neighborhood. Male iguana of the same age and temperament. Am I wrong in thinking that she may in fact be PoonTang's or as she named him, "Scrub's" owner? I am convinced that this thing is about to come full circle. I don't know what that means exactly. And although I am feeling worse about taking him in there so she can see his sorry state, I am somehow relived. I cant explain it. It just seems right and good.
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In other pet related news:
Sport is definitely saying her own name. Its crazy cute.
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In other all together unrelated news:
I have not had a cigarette in three days and I am
losing my shit. This better be worth it.
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| 01/03/01 I hate California for making me lover her so much. I really wanted to live my life without the knowledge that I was missing out. But after losing my conception of the month of January to 80 degree weather, palm trees, and pacific ocean and after having spent days in my best friend's new beautiful home and singing along to favorite cds while twisting and turning on the PCH, I am filled with ire. Philly has never felt so cold. Snow has never seemed so arctic. I love mary. We had breakfast together every morning. We rode in her car through and past mountains. We drank happy wine and we talked and talked. She sat with me while I got a new tattoo. We held hands. Also we went to the La Brea Tar Pits. I have been dreaming about this since I was five. No, not five, but however old I was to remember reading about the pits. We are at the park and sadly its not as grand or as plain silly as I had imagined. So quickly my visions of saber tooth tigers and mammoths being swallowed by huge gaping luke warm bogs of asphalt were replaced with similar but admittedly more sinister visions of this plight befalling small hapless poodles and terriers. The tar pits double as something of a dog park it turns out. It was hard not make the nightmarish but overwhelming delightful association. Above: me and the chen by the pacific ocean. |