Dear Diary . . . day by day

Tuesday, November 30th, 1999 -

	After reading yesterday's entry you probably think I'm either a massive bitch or massively lonely. I think it's the latter, naturally. Last night I went over to David's house for dinner. After wolfing down his spaghetti sauce, garlic bread and salad, we sat for a bit and chatted. Nothing special happened, really. But he tolerated me reclining with my head in his lap for a bit, and he teased me gently the way he does when all is right with us. And he kissed my forehead when he stepped over the line. It just seemed like we were both trying for each other. It was nice to be reminded I have such a good friend in David, despite all our breakup stress. Tonight, my big plans are to buy vitamins (I'm out of some I take daily) and an artificial Solstice/Xmas tree (maybe a real one, but I don't want to deal with dropping needles, even if they DO smell great). Then I'm going home and toting laundry to the 'mat, hopefully getting it all done by 8 so I can go home and watch - say it with me - BUFFY! Then I'll get ready for bed, read until it's later than I wanted to fall asleep, turn out the light, and snuggle up. What am I forgetting? Oh, yeah. Eating. Damn, always that eating thing. I think if we could sign up somewhere to have eating be an optional thing you have to do - like some days you could get a shot, and forego the shot when you have a special meal planned or something - I'd do it. I find it one of the most annoying, frustrating parts of being human, eating. You HAVE to do it, every damn day. And, if you don't, you get LOW BLOOD SUGAR, which means you're bitchy and irritable and tired. I love eating sometimes, don't get me wrong, but it's this every day SEVERAL TIMES a day shit that bugs me. I always forget to eat, and I always pay the price. Because I hate it so much, I somehow end up spending far too much on food (usually because I've realized I've got low blood sugar and need to pick up something quick). I've got to get a grip on this eating thing; it's really holding me back. Holly's in Israel right now, and she's pretty sick. I hate this, worrying about my sister in another country. David assures me she's in a good place (i.e. the hospitals, if she should (goddess forbid) happen to have to go to one, will be clean). My main concern is that she thinks she's going to be well enough in 10 days to go on a 20 DAY HIKE through the DESERT from Mt. Sinai to Egypt (to celebrate the Millenium at the pyramids with Tom Robbins and thousands of Rainbow folk). I told her to tell me how much an alternate transportation method would be (bus, plane, train) and I'd wire her the money (even though I'm pretty broke after the Humboldt trip). I've car-camped in the desert (Burning Man) and I know how harsh it is. I can't imagine walking for 20 days through one. Ick, ick, ick. And, if she's weak.... Well, you understand my concern.
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