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Diablo or Warcraft until 2am or reading. Or hanging out/making dinner at
David's. Actually, we made dinner and watched the playoff series both
Friday and Sunday night. Saturday I called a several people, but there
was no one home, so I quit trying. I need to make a hit in the first few
calls, I think. After several answering machines I don't feel like trying
for human contact anymore. I took myself out for some
comfort-food: sushi at Ichi's. Sitting beside me at the sushi bar was a
MTF (male to female) transexual person who introduced herself as
Christine. She was exceedingly friendly, and I chatted with her about
science fiction (especially the gender issues in LeGuin's "Left Hand of
Darkness") and suggested a few novels to her. Then we talked about food
and I ended up having to ask her several times if we could change the
subject, as I don't like talking about hunting while I'm trying to eat
meat (sushi is still a matter of denial for me; I don't like the idea of
meat; it grosses me out). She changed the subject to fishing, praising
a sea god (not poesidan) for our meal, and I had to ask that we not talk
about killing anything at the dinner table. I tried to quit the
conversation and go back to my book, but she couldn't help popping up with
a new bit of chatter every 5 minutes or so. Ichi gave me "sorry about
this" looks, but it was ok. Really. I mean, as annoyed as I was, I was
there alone, too, and I had chosen Ichi's because I knew I'd be forced
into human interaction at the sushi bar (at least with Ichi, if not other
customers). Ichi took my picture for the wall at the restaurant (they
have pictures of all their regulars) which gave me the warm
fuzzies. Think about it, especially my Hoosier friends: Midwestern,
vegetarian me such a regular at a sushi bar they put my picture up. It
made me smile. I then took myself to a movie: The Contender. Nice
political flick with a women's slant. Deals with the issue of sexuality
and gender in politics. A little surprising, but mostly just
satisfying. The hard part is accepting that we really don't have anyone
nearly so good as the fictional Senator Laine Hanson to run for office
this time around. Geez, our real life choices are depressing beyond
belief. How many of you are casting "negative votes" by voting for Gore
just so we get the lesser of two evils? This two-party system really
needs to be buried and soon. Ick.
Researched Samhain (sow-in) for an article I want to write for Strange Horizons.
Woman: An Intimate
Geography by Natalie Angier
Daughter of Fortune by Isabelle Allende
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I'm so depressed I'm numb. In a way, I'm happier now than I was last
week, although I do seem to have developed the tendancy to cry first thing
as soon as I wake up, instead of waiting until later in the day when
things build. I guess I get most of my sadness worked out while I'm
blessedly half-conscious, so the rest of the day I can function sort of
normally. But, well, sometimes you have to hit rock-bottom in order to
get a good push off towards the surface, you know? I could use a few full
lungfulls of air right now. Exercise log:
Hadn't worked out in days, so I spent a long time stretching before
lifting weights yesterday: shoulders, sides and calves. I did some
situps, nice and slow, then 25 minutes on the precor machine.
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