Dear Diary . . . day by day

Monday, June 11th, 2001 - A Lollipop Plucked from the Center of the World

Hey kids. I don't think the following journal entry ends up making much sense, and it's definitely poorly written, but there are lots of disclaimers so you'll forgive me, right?
It seems a little silly to recap the weekend, when Tim has already done a perfectly fine job of it. And, since I'm all tired and recovering (still!) from my hangover, there's no guarantee that I'd do a better job of it, anyway.
Lordy, lordy, when was the last time I drank like that? (For those of you who don't read Tim's journal and don't want to, I got drunk on Saturday night with Tim and his best friend, Scott). The weird thing is how lucid I was the whole time. I never had that blurry feeling one gets when one is too drunk. Ah, I attribute this to age and wisdom. And making sure to parcel out the drinking over a long chunk of time.
I'm glad we hung out with Scott. He's a very important person to Tim, and I'm pleased to find out that I genuinely like him. Tim pointed out that both Scott and I are the type to challenge other people about things. Well, we were drinking, but I think I know what he means. If I have a strong opinion about what you're talking about, I'll probably voice it. And so will Scott. Luckily, we both seem to be fairly respectful, so, you know, no drunken brawls or anything like that.
I woke up on Sunday morning still drunk. Tim was already hung over. Poor baby. This will probably wear off, but for right now I find him irresistable when he's all pouty and sick (yes, yes, I find him irresistable regardless, 'tis true). Since I wasn't yet all sick-feeling, I went and made him tea and played inebriated nursemaid. Water tasted bad to him, but warm liquids went down just fine (it helps that we had peppermint, as mint tends to soothe nausea). It didn't take too long before I was joining him in headaches and nausea. I wisely went to sleep (even though the room had an unpleasant tendancy to spin when I closed my eyes), but Tim stayed up reading. For a while. I was happy when he crawled back to bed, (even if we were both too sick to snuggle much and we promptly fell asleep). I slept well and deeply. I have the weirdest, speculative-fiction-type dreams when I sleep next to Tim. I think the one I dreamed (dreamt?) that afternoon will soon be a poem. Maybe. But I find it very cool that Tim is so much a part of my life that I dream in his style sometimes.
I know, I've been very sappy lately. I'm not sorry. It's similar to the baby phenomenon: suddenly everything is about the baby (or babe, or boyfriend etc.). Those of you new to Nidbits/Dear Diary probably don't realize what a change this is for me. My archives have some scary entries, dark times when I never thought I'd smile again. I am a person of strong emotion, I feel things deeply and I like to express my emotions. So, you know, you get sap right now. Actually, this entry doesn't feel all that sappy to me; I'm feeling all stinky and unhealthy from the alcohol this weekend, so I don't feel all goddess-like (which is the way being around Tim makes me feel). So I'm not even conveying the weekend accurately. Hell, I can't even tell if I'm making any sense. I should go eat something. Take a shower. Call my poor lonely sister. Go to bed way early.
Or something like that.

Exercise log:
Sex. Running down the street to see if I could outrun Tim (which, btw, had nothing at all to do with the first activity listed here). Spinning down the street in drunken cartwheels. Watering the garden, vigorously.
Writing log:
Recording story fragments on tape driving back from Santa Cruz.
I'm currently reading:
Stranger Things Happen by Kelly Link

My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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