Monday, March 25th 2002 - The Joy of Fancy Eggs
I'm wearing my glasses today. I hate this. I don't think I've ever had to wear my glasses for more than a few hours, ever. I got contacts at age 12 and have just not gotten used to the vertigo that comes along with wearing glasses. I get headaches in my glasses; I feel nauseous. The weight on my nose is weird and unnatural and when I kiss my boyfriend our glasses clink like nerds with champagne. You may wonder why I'm wearing my glasses when I hate them so much. I have a sty. Or pink eye. Conjunctivitis, for those of you who like proper terms for things like this. I had Tim look it up for me on the internet last night, and it seems I have the viral kind; it probably came along with that low-grade cold that I've been fighting for a week or so. But! The site assures me it should resolve itself within a week or three. Three weeks. Ugh. At least I invested in somewhat stylish glasses last fall, with narrow silver frames. If I had to wear my peach plastic frames from high school (only ever worn right before bed) I think I'd just wear the contacts and to hell with getting better. Oh, so interesting, my eye! I know, you're just glued to the monitor now. Heh. I'm actually not in all that bad a mood tonight. Tim has come around from his active loathing of the gym, and we spent a little time cuddling in front of the TV in front of very bad drama (The American Embassy; ugh). That's been a theme for us lately, watching very bad crap on our TV. This weekend we rented "America's Sweethearts" and even I could not suspend my disbelief. Why did the sister have to lose 60 pounds to be attractive? (Though at least Cusack's character commented that he'd never noticed that she had weighed so much.) Argh! Lately, I'm very annoyed with the psychosis most women have about their bodies; I thought I'd get it out of my system with "Famishing" (body image being the main theme in that story) but let's face it, I'm not going to escape it, at least, not in this country. Anyway. Those of you who read Tim's journal know that we had a lovely weekend. We had an annoying Friday, followed by a lazy Saturday that had a few stressful moments that we managed to resolve before we started fighting about it. That was encouraging, that we talked it out without really fighting. I had lots of energy on Saturday, which resulted in some very creative frollicking; I am still a little weak in the legs . . . Sunday I still had energy, so I made us a breakfast of fancy scrambled eggs, Bisquick bisquits and lattes. Then I went medieval on the dishes left over from Friday night's dinner. I crashed after attempting to repot some houseplants and finding my potting soil infested with ants. I thought about going to buy more, but that just didn't happen. After lounging about, I kissed my boyfriend (who was writing like a fiend and still not managing to inspire me to do the same; ah well, it happens) goodbye and went and lounged about at David's for a bit. More fun, free dinner, some Oscars. Hanging out at David's is like hanging out at home but with a better TV and no houseguests (at present). It's like a little retreat for me sometimes, a quiet place I can go to hang out and think. It sorta reminds me of when Tim and I had the house to ourselves, but there's a different flavor to it, of course. Back home, to hang out a bit with my sweet Tim. Overall, the weekend was about appreciating each other. Sunday at breakfast we sat at the table, the windows open, light shining in and making everything look just lovely. Houseplants and a vase of tulips on the table, a bookcase behind each of us (appropriate backgrounds for us) - life just seemed wonderful. Even waking up at 5:30am this morning to see my wide-awake lover gazing at me while I slept made me feel cozy and loved (especially when he got up to work, then came back to spoon me while I slept the rest of the morning because he missed me). Wonderful. Now, if I could only remember moments like these when I'm feeling down, life might just be perfect . . . Oh, by the way, we are now PayPal enabled over at Tropism Press. This means that those of you who are squeamish (or just plain lazy) about putting a check in the mail can now pay by credit card to receive your very own copy of our chapbook, "Living Together in Mythic Times". Supplies are limited, and we're even signing them now, so c'mon! Right now the sales are going directly in the "get Heather's ass to Wiscon" fund, so it's even for a good cause (a good cause other than supporting and encouraging our writing, that is)! Thank you.	Exercise Log: Worked out at the gym both Friday and tonight; stretching, 20 minutes on the precor and listening to Tim grumble about how it eats time and money. Also, this weekend, marathon shagging. Writing log: Hm, um . . . wrote a poem tonight. Yeah, need to get back in the swing on this. Current Publications: In the Shade of You nominated in the long poem category for the Rhysling and will be reprinted in the 2002 Rhysling Anthology! "How to Suck" reprinted in From Porn to Poetry: Clean Sheets Celebrates the Erotic Mind I'm currently reading: Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters This book is so very erotic and such an engrossing read! I think we're gonna carry it at work, even though it doesn't have quite the right ratio of sex scenes to plot. Whoo! Books on Tape (usually while exercising): Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates by Tom Robbins.
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