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Apr. 12th, 2004 01:55 pmGunyarg, what a week. I think I'd have to do skip=4,057,389,127.2 to catch up on what went on in other people's lives while I was being social and antisocial (in that order), so I won't. And though I might detail what I've been up to, it'll be in fragmentary pieces, because that's how I'm feeling.
Evan was here - it was mostly good. The cat did puke on him one night, and that wasn't so good, but hey, these things (evidently) happen. Now he's gone, and I've been withdrawing into a little cuddly "nooooooo, don't make me be all friendly-like!" shell and pretty much avoiding contact with the outside world.
This week, though, I'm going to cut it out. A little, at least. I have two book group thingies to do, and I need to write back to Dan and Vanessa, and touch the puppet head and do the things I gotta do, and oh yeah, I'd better call my dad back since he called yesterday.
It's all drippy chilly misty cool outside, and I like it. Sure, I like sunshine, but this just feels like spring to me, too.
I feel particularly good today. Perhaps the process of eating cadbury creme eggs, letting my imagination run wild, and being isolated has refreshed my batteries. I don't know. I feel full of hope, though, and though I might sound kind of cynical/grumpy/whatever, I'm energized and renewed in some nearly undefinable way.
Must be the creme eggs. Yeah.
Ok, I feel like my urge to ramble in a semi-random fashion has been satisfied. Perhaps both more focused and less focused rambling will commence later. For now, stuff.
Evan was here - it was mostly good. The cat did puke on him one night, and that wasn't so good, but hey, these things (evidently) happen. Now he's gone, and I've been withdrawing into a little cuddly "nooooooo, don't make me be all friendly-like!" shell and pretty much avoiding contact with the outside world.
This week, though, I'm going to cut it out. A little, at least. I have two book group thingies to do, and I need to write back to Dan and Vanessa, and touch the puppet head and do the things I gotta do, and oh yeah, I'd better call my dad back since he called yesterday.
It's all drippy chilly misty cool outside, and I like it. Sure, I like sunshine, but this just feels like spring to me, too.
I feel particularly good today. Perhaps the process of eating cadbury creme eggs, letting my imagination run wild, and being isolated has refreshed my batteries. I don't know. I feel full of hope, though, and though I might sound kind of cynical/grumpy/whatever, I'm energized and renewed in some nearly undefinable way.
Must be the creme eggs. Yeah.
Ok, I feel like my urge to ramble in a semi-random fashion has been satisfied. Perhaps both more focused and less focused rambling will commence later. For now, stuff.
