Dear Diary . . . day by day

Sunday November 26th - Dry Eyes and Fresh Air
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2000 A record of recent memory: 2 whole days without crying!
I'm trying not to let my inner pessimist assume that I must be due soon. I really am.
Let's see, I sat in Starbucks (Gaylord's and even Peet's were overflowing and there was nowhere to sit) in a comfy purple velvet chair (that I wanted to take home with me), sipping a latte and writing 1000 words of a new sf story. As the sun went down near 5pm I went home, where I fell into a game of rummy with Aron, his brother Dave, and Jen. (I won by rather a lot; I'm really very good at that game, I guess. I usually beat David and it vexes him, I think; it was good to test my skill against others; I even told them my strategies and I still win.) I sorta tagged along to dinner at La Med over on College, where we waited far too long for a table. I was on my second glass of wine when we sat down (Chardonnay - I'm learing the pleasure of white wines), and I was pleasantly tipsy through half of dinner. I love this about wine: it usually makes me social and quiets enough inner demons that I can let go and enjoy myself. After dinner I got to chat with Dave for a bit, and found out he's a very interesting person; he's an assistant editor for Law and Order, and he also produces and edits his own small films, which is what he really wants to do. Everyone came back to our place to watch Dave's new movie (I either can't remember the title or it doesn't have one yet), which was extremely funny and well done. He asked for critiques afterwards (he's testing audience reaction) and everyone piped up with terribly smart insights that left me rather tongue-tied. I sat down and wrote out my own suggestions later that night, as I did have some opinions that others missed, but I was too shy to say. Now if I can just get up the guts to get his email address and send them along.
I had a weird dream where I was trying to escape from an English boarding school - lots of sneaking around wooden staircases and elaborate carvings that led to secret passageways . . .I think I was a slave, actually. But my final escape led me over two razor-wire topped fences (I was very agile in the dream and was unscathed) and dumped me at 40th and Telegraph in Oakland!
Ian woke me up around noon with a hiking invite, which I took him up on. Redwoods and fresh air. Ahhhh.
It is now past my bedtime. Goodnight all.
Exercise log:
Hiking today and Friday - hillier today, but there was frisbee on Friday, too, which counts.
Writing log:
1000 words of new sister/sf story.
I'm currently reading:
The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan
Zodiac by Neal Stephenson
Woman: An Intimate Geography by Natalie Angier

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