Andy is in California now, but he’s coming in this weekend to do the graduation ceremony on Monday. It’s hard to do this, you know. It’s hard to say goodbye again and to let go of one of my kids [Hobbes the cat, for those of you who are clueless and think that I’d ever have a snot nosed brat], but I’ve got to do it. And with some semblance of dignity.
I filled space and wrote all about the wonders of Network last time, and while every word is definitely true, I must admit it *was* filler. Just me, living in the Land of DeNial. Call me Cleo.
I don’t feel that I need to necessarily spill my guts here, but I do feel that I should at least give up a little of what I am thinking about and feeling. I’ve been through a lot in the past month, and rather than try to elaborate on one thing or another, I think I’ll just give a list of the things that have at least hit the radar since we last chatted. OK, here goes:
* Painting is fun. And a cheap way to make a semi-shitty room look very nice.
* Does anyone (or two) really need 4 corkboards?
* I really love my newly pink (rosey mauve, actually) bathroom. I happen to have a pink bathroom fetish, thank you.
* Having only one sofa sucks.
* I have my doubts that I should do web design as a career. I’m not good enough with scripts.
* I have no career at all at the moment. My Mac support biz has tanked along with the other tech stuff. Thanks Geedubya, ya fucking little FUCK!
* I’ve decided that Geedubya is an evil little big money corporation ass kisser who has a Ronnie Reagan shrine in one of the rooms in the White House. It’s locked up so the Media can’t find it, but it’s there, trust me.
* The Center for Holistic Health is a death sentence for any hardware sent there.
* I’m such a newbie user when it comes to sewing machines. I’m thinking of getting one, since June [Mommie Dearest] has graciously [and disturbingly] offered to buy me one. I was in info overload and asked the sales guy to just stop with his incessant listing of every model and the 400 things it does. ACK.
* I’m not sure that having our Special Friends living next door will be without its downside. Like, too much of a good thing, ya know?
* Why are 20 year olds SO into drama? And so loud and obnoxious? Heh, could it be that I’m OLD???
* When will I ever get out of this money Karma?
* Why can’t I just sell everything and move to the fucking Aussie outback? Or the hills of New Zealand? Or Hawai’i? Cats. That’s why.
* Why do these inner earthquakes come upon me so quickly?
* My Honda will never recover from the Firestone escapade. Perhaps I should call the personal injury lawyer guy and see if he’d care to take on Bridgestone/Firestone…
* Perhaps all the money I need to get through the next 2 weeks will magically fall from the big Pin Oak tree outside. That’s the only way I’ll get anything paid, I’ll bet.
* I wonder if Andy will find some cool people to hang with soon. His lab is full of boring, classical music listening, Rule Nazis and they suck. Hang with it, And. The cool people will appear.
* I wonder if Hobbes will miss me? I wonder if he’ll miss his house and yard? Prolly not.
* Having to go on a special diet to cleanse my body of candida sucks. The upside is that hopefully I’ll ditch a few pounds in the process.
* I feel overwhelmed these days, but nothing is going on. Maybe it’s just general stress.
* I can’t get the IndigoDragon front page to work with the double rollovers. No one else can, either, but that doesn’t reduce my frustration with it, or my deep sense of inadequacy about it. FEH!
* Being Egyptian (Living in the Land of DeNial) is really not that bad. You should try it. And call me Cleo, won’t you?