Am in something of a quandary.
Have had plans for some time to venture down to the BigCity for weekend of fun with GalPal and assorted city friends. But as yet, have not bought bus tickets. That, in itself is not so much an issue. Unusual issue at hand happens to be strange, Inner-Goddess-type nagging centered at back of the brain which seems to say, "Don't do it, woman."
Now, am not one to listen when given such commands -- especially when laden with irritating misogynistic undertones. Have even gone so far as to purchase new, v. adorable dress for BigCity excursion (even more reason to ignore voice). But am also not one to ignore intuition when am unsure of impending consequences. Bother. Am hoping Zen, and Karma, Inner Goddess and other assorted forces of the universe will reconcile this mess so yours truly will know whether or not to purchase stinky bus ticket.
Made dinner last night for J and Concerned Roommate. Am becoming quite the Donna Reid. Though, do suppose that Mrs. Reid would never have left broccoli in the microwave and forgotten about its existence until it was quite cold and somewhat rubbery. Ah, well. Baby steps toward being domestic goddess. At least did not burn anything.
J took self and Concerned Roommate by surprise when jumped to defend his non-girlfriend in a very boyfriendy way. Roommate remarked on lack of grace and coordination possessed by yours truly and how remarkable it is that am indeed, getting on v. well with yoga. J acted as though were an absurd idea.
J: What do you mean? You don't have any balance?
CR: Do you even know her?!
J: I have never noticed anything like that.
Must not be paying v. close attention. Not unlike yours truly when walking into living room furniture. God damned coffee table.