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01.26.2003 - 12:37 p.m.
Sunday
I couldn't think of anything
to do yesterday. Our bank account is basically scraped clean
until next payday, so I didn't have a lot of monetary-based options.
The weather was shitty, so there wasn't much to do outside. By
early afternoon I finally decided to drive to downtown Seattle
and catch a matinee. It was raining that annoying sort of thick
mist that causes my car to fog up like a mofo, even with the
heat blasting. Hot and uncomfortable, I somehow managed to miss
my exit and found myself hurtling southward, past the city. Freaking
out (because I hate when I do stupid shit like that),
I took the exit towards the West Seattle bridge, and ended up
crawling through traffic up 4th St. towards downtown. It was
becoming rapidly apparent I was going to be late, maybe was going
to have to slink into the theater in the dimness of the previews
like those people you absolutely detest especially when they
sit right in front of your on-time ass. I parked in the convention
center lot and hoofed it several blocks to the theater, only
to find that despite the fact I was now 10 minutes late there
was a line snaking around the block. Sighing, I stood in line
for another 15 minutes or so (taking small consolation in the
certainty I was at least going to miss that godawful Fandango
commercial), and when I was literally 3 people away from the
ticket booth, they sold out. So I went home. And that's, basically,
what I did yesterday.
Well, I did watch my Netflix'd
Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. Which I liked, despite the
dreadful music and relentless whinnying.
:::
I talked with JB early this
morning; it was 6 AM my time, for him it was like 11 PM Wednesday,
or something. Poor JB, he finally succumbed to the germs I've
been carrying around in a PigPen type cloud and now he's sick.
The worst part is, during his two week trip in Asia, he keeps
having to fly from one place to another.
"I'm completely stuffed
up, and this last flight pushed it all to my ears," he told
me. "So I'm practically deaf. And this part of Japan
has no English anywhere so I can't read any signs or anything.
And we're in this hotel that was a 3 hour bus trip from the airport,
and I swear to god it's made for midgets. The bed comes up to
my knees. The pillows have beads in them for stuffing."
"Poor baby. That sucks."
"Yeah," he said mournfully.
"I'm Helen fucking Keller here, with a bead pillow."
:::
I had a restless night where
I woke at 2 AM and, as happens occasionally when JB is gone,
got myself worked into a state of - wait, I bet you think this
is going to turn into another Aragorn smutfest, don't you. "Worked
into a state of glassy-eyed lust", maybe. "A state
of tingling nerve endings and ragged breathing."
Well, no. And frankly, I don't
know if interrupting myself in my own journal for entertainment
purposes was such a hot idea. Sorry.
What happened was that I decided
every single tiny noise I heard was someone trying to break into
the house to kill me. I spent what felt like hours reviewing
all the entrances mentally, and straining my ears like a bat
to listen for jimmied locks, heavy footfalls. I was wide-eyed,
staring into the darkness of my bedroom telling myself to calm
down, that Dog would notify me if anyone came inside. I can't
be sure Dog would actually protect me, but I would definitely
hear the thumping of her tail as she joyfully greeted the nice
masked gunman.
I finally got out of bed to
get some water, and opened my door cautiously to find - Dog and
Cat, sitting just outside the door, as always. Dog immediately
ran off to get her stuffed armadillo toy, which she likes to
have jammed in her mouth whenever she's excited, which causes
her to make giant piglike whuffling sounds. Wiggling ecstatically,
she whapped her tail along the wall of the hallway, making little
moans of happiness along with the snorts and whuffs. Cat launched
into a series of lengthy yowls, barely taking the time to inhale
before issuing another wavering greeting/complaint, and wound
tightly around my ankles as I shuffled to the kitchen. Both of
them swarmed around me like a mini herd of buffalo, begging for
dog biscuits and Whisker Lickin's. I fed them a snack and fought
my way back to bed through the mass of furry bodies. When I closed
my bedroom door, I could hear the soft whump of the dog collapsing
with her head pressed against the frame. The cat issued some
last blerts, meets, and mows before settling nearby. I fell asleep
almost immediately, no longer hearing anything that scared me.
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I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004
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