Sunday, January 27th, 2002 - Lobster Brusque
My apologies for not updating here a little more frequently. While I was home, my friend Daniel commented that when I don't update, he just tries to assume my life is going so well that I don't have time; I'm having too much fun. This is sweet, but it belies Daniel's personality more than mine. True, sometimes this is what's going on, but too often I'm just stressed and afraid to write yet *another* entry about how cranky/stressed/bothered I am. It doesn't help that I sit down to write late at night or in the sliver of time in the morning before work. My troubles haunt me most at those times, and it comes through here . . . Ah, I'm dawdling. This past week wasn't the best one for me. I was crampy and PMS-y all week, which is always a bad start. Add to that a lingering sinus infection/cold that gives me headaches. Smother that with far more housecleaning than I do in a year crammed into a few days, giving me an ache in my shoulder/arm/neck as bad as the end of last summer when I reached the peak of my RSI. (The reason for the cleaning also added to my stress: my landlady used the excuse of Holly moving in next month as a reason to "do a walk-thru"; basically, she noses through our house and makes snide comments about the cleanliness and laments our habit of, you know, decorating and actually *living* in the house; I hate walk-thrus with this landlady so very, very much that just thinking about doing one raises my bloodpressure, I'm sure.) There were little things too, like Jack leaving on my birthday. It all added up. Tim tried really hard to please me, make me joyous and happy on my birthday week. He's truly wonderful (as I'm writing this, he just now brought me a vanilla steamed milk; darling, sweet boy). He lavished me with a beautiful dinner at a french restaurant on my birthday night (where I think I discovered a slight allergic reaction to lobster that I hadn't known I had). He took me shopping yesterday without a whine while I tried on dresses and lingered over pretties; he was my "genie" for the day, there to grant my every wish (within monetary reason). He was good to me. My mother was good, too. She gave me every book off my wishlist, I think! Kingsolver, Allende, Tan -- I've got reading material for months and months! Excellent! Even Holly took me out to the most scrumptous Italian dinner on Friday. The restaurant had everything - cozy atmosphere, friendly Italian cooks and waiters who teased and chatted and made you feel like fammily, fresh, fresh tomatoes and mozzarella that were so damn yummy, I think I'll actually drag into the City to go there again, even if it IS a little far from BART. And I got lots of cool birthday wishes in my email inboxes this week from my lovely readers; thank you, guys. Each one made me smile. Ultimately, my mood was much improved by my family and friends this week. This is a good thing. It reminds me not to feel so damn sorry for myself all the time. Today we went over to help Karen and Par move/ pack their truck. I agree with Susan; I wish they didn't have to go, but I wish them the best of luck. They're good people. I'm off to finish my steamer and go to sleep now, kiddies. Have a lovely Monday. There's a lot I'm looking forward to in the next 7 days. Here's to a fresh week!	Exercise log: See, the credit card that paid the YMCA bill accidently charged me a fee I didn't deserve, but it's thrown the whole payment thing off this month; it's been a tight month. Writing log: Bits and pieces. Current Publications: "How to Suck" reprinted in From Porn to Poetry: Clean Sheets Celebrates the Erotic Mind I'm currently reading: Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver Ferocious Dreamers by Tim Pratt Books on Tape (usually while exercising): Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates by Tom Robbins.
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