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greenstormInteresting. Today was a long, slow day, where all potential plans and semi-plans fell through, all attempts to contact people failed to work in time for the contact to create hookups, and where I also was pretty determined to spend some time grooming my home. So, here I am, been here all day, and it's looking like tomorrow won't be so full of empty spaces.
It was odd, after the rush and confusion of the week, to have things die down. I've forgotten the art of living in these empty spaces rather than waiting-- it's easy to wait when someone says, 'I'll meet up with you in just an hour or two' and someone else will return your call 'shortly' and then there's a tentative meet-up with someone else 'in a couple of hours' and it goes on like that all day. Waiting like that, with nothing going through, is pretty terrible. I managed to get a lot of reading done, which makes me happy (CrazyChris, there's this book called 'Freakonomics' that's like a Ripley's Believe-it-or-not-meets-Asimov's-nonfic version of what it calls economics, have you heard of it?) and my home is groomed once again.
It's distinctly odd to change sheets every time I sleep on them, not because I use them heavily but because you're 'supposed' to change your sheets once every week or two. I keep coming home, looking at them, smelling them... and then giving in to the urge to change them despite the lack of any particular need to do so.
This week was crazy-weird. I didn't do very much but I constantly felt beset by the necessity to do things and pressed for time (Friday I woke up around 8am, transported myself a couple dozen blocks, had sex, went for breakfast, went to work for just over two hours, book-shopped for forty minutes, had 'lunch', filled out a co-op application, and it was something like 9pm. How does the math on that work?). Monday I'll be legitimately busy a lot (work and then making vegan lentil soup and maybe cornbread before KMM, then an evening with Graham), and hopefully it'll settle down after that.
Thursday was fantastic, with my first live-action roleplaying in awhile. Costuming was the most fun thing ever, I'll have to let pictures speak for me sometime. I love the process of character creation. I love the way this girl is shaping up under my fingers. I love this group of roleplayers, the same group I played with before, all very good and often brilliant in their characterisation. I love the familiarity of slipping into new characters with people I trust to play their own characters. Love, love, love. And then I got lots of snuggles afterwards-- with Tim, with my wife, and with Graham. It was pretty fantastic, and although I've learned not to say 'we should see each other more', I'd definitely like to repeat this experience more often. Like, once monthly. Huh. I'm in luck.
Thursday was also a time-sink, though. Somehow I got to work at 8, got off at 3, and managed to totally lose all the time between 3 and 7pm. It just disappeared. Ah, well. I think this may be related to my cycle somehow-- Thursday and Friday I was the most irritable bitchy creature imaginable, which led to me keeping my houth closed a lot, and I bet that was the three-day warning for blood day. Further, at present my nipples are the Sensitive Pain Buttons Of Doom. Yay.
Well, and that just about catches you up. I'm heading out tomorrow for food with CrazyChris (eating with him is good for me. Hamburgers!) and then movie with Bevan (Last Unicorn, yay!) and we'll see how life proceeds from there.
Be well, y'all, and take care.
It was odd, after the rush and confusion of the week, to have things die down. I've forgotten the art of living in these empty spaces rather than waiting-- it's easy to wait when someone says, 'I'll meet up with you in just an hour or two' and someone else will return your call 'shortly' and then there's a tentative meet-up with someone else 'in a couple of hours' and it goes on like that all day. Waiting like that, with nothing going through, is pretty terrible. I managed to get a lot of reading done, which makes me happy (CrazyChris, there's this book called 'Freakonomics' that's like a Ripley's Believe-it-or-not-meets-Asimov's-nonfic version of what it calls economics, have you heard of it?) and my home is groomed once again.
It's distinctly odd to change sheets every time I sleep on them, not because I use them heavily but because you're 'supposed' to change your sheets once every week or two. I keep coming home, looking at them, smelling them... and then giving in to the urge to change them despite the lack of any particular need to do so.
This week was crazy-weird. I didn't do very much but I constantly felt beset by the necessity to do things and pressed for time (Friday I woke up around 8am, transported myself a couple dozen blocks, had sex, went for breakfast, went to work for just over two hours, book-shopped for forty minutes, had 'lunch', filled out a co-op application, and it was something like 9pm. How does the math on that work?). Monday I'll be legitimately busy a lot (work and then making vegan lentil soup and maybe cornbread before KMM, then an evening with Graham), and hopefully it'll settle down after that.
Thursday was fantastic, with my first live-action roleplaying in awhile. Costuming was the most fun thing ever, I'll have to let pictures speak for me sometime. I love the process of character creation. I love the way this girl is shaping up under my fingers. I love this group of roleplayers, the same group I played with before, all very good and often brilliant in their characterisation. I love the familiarity of slipping into new characters with people I trust to play their own characters. Love, love, love. And then I got lots of snuggles afterwards-- with Tim, with my wife, and with Graham. It was pretty fantastic, and although I've learned not to say 'we should see each other more', I'd definitely like to repeat this experience more often. Like, once monthly. Huh. I'm in luck.
Thursday was also a time-sink, though. Somehow I got to work at 8, got off at 3, and managed to totally lose all the time between 3 and 7pm. It just disappeared. Ah, well. I think this may be related to my cycle somehow-- Thursday and Friday I was the most irritable bitchy creature imaginable, which led to me keeping my houth closed a lot, and I bet that was the three-day warning for blood day. Further, at present my nipples are the Sensitive Pain Buttons Of Doom. Yay.
Well, and that just about catches you up. I'm heading out tomorrow for food with CrazyChris (eating with him is good for me. Hamburgers!) and then movie with Bevan (Last Unicorn, yay!) and we'll see how life proceeds from there.
Be well, y'all, and take care.
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Date: 2006-02-19 05:56 am (UTC)