Jan. 11th, 2002
Sometimes, Val worries that she is overly apathetic and/or she dramatizes her life to the point of absurdity. She is reassured when she remembers that she's still doing better at it than me; then reality hits and she remembers that isn't saying much. She also says that I am overly cynical as a matter of course, and that I use humour as a tool of destruction. The Bends, she suggests, is the soundtrack of my life, with "bulletproof (i wish I was)" as my theme song and "high & dry" as the love motive.
She says all of these things very fondly, and I generally take them as the compliments they are intended to be. Or well, not exactly compliments, but good natured and familiar teasing.
Ahem.
But I would like to state:
I HAD A GOOD DAY TODAY, DAMNIT! THERE WERE FLOWERS AND SUNSHINE!
Among other things, I planted an herb garden, created trompe l'oeil stonework to border the windows in a style reminiscent of Moorish architecture meets Yes cover art, shorted out all the fuses in my apartment just so that I would have an excuse to dismantle and rewire the fuse box, found brilliant deals on antiques and fine dishware, reassembled a lamp, finally watched Buffallo 66, picked up dry cleaning, got an e-mail from the long-silent Chris Blacker (a very close friend who's been off living in the mountains for the past year), was given free coffee, and was given an almost free coffee maker.
Also, I slept 'til about noon.
I get a lot more accomplished when I'm on vacation than when I'm actually supposed to be doing stuff.
She says all of these things very fondly, and I generally take them as the compliments they are intended to be. Or well, not exactly compliments, but good natured and familiar teasing.
Ahem.
But I would like to state:
I HAD A GOOD DAY TODAY, DAMNIT! THERE WERE FLOWERS AND SUNSHINE!
Among other things, I planted an herb garden, created trompe l'oeil stonework to border the windows in a style reminiscent of Moorish architecture meets Yes cover art, shorted out all the fuses in my apartment just so that I would have an excuse to dismantle and rewire the fuse box, found brilliant deals on antiques and fine dishware, reassembled a lamp, finally watched Buffallo 66, picked up dry cleaning, got an e-mail from the long-silent Chris Blacker (a very close friend who's been off living in the mountains for the past year), was given free coffee, and was given an almost free coffee maker.
Also, I slept 'til about noon.
I get a lot more accomplished when I'm on vacation than when I'm actually supposed to be doing stuff.