6:00-6:45 Three fifteen-minute blocks passed in hitting snooze button wondering why had stayed up so late on a school night. Got icecream cones, stood in freezing cold and went to see v. dark, but v. good movie with roommate. Called in late yesterday... had to get up finally.
6:45-7:00 Shower. Not long enough or hot enough. To shave or not to shave? What's the point? Yesterday was easier.
7:00-7:15 Oatmeal (am out of slimfast shakes) and playing fetch with Reluctant Kitten. Ok, is not really fetch, as yours truly does the throwing and retrieving while RK pounces dramatically and makes game look more exciting. Heard roommate get up and go to shower so put on new, appropriate-for-break-up CD on stereo and turned up volume to not quite appropriate for morning hours level. And the neighbors? Forget them. Responsible folks are all up anyway.
7:15-7:45 Black dress, black shoes, black pantyhose. Am fairly certain Mr.-Edwards-Went-to-Architecture-School will make his standard Morticia Addams comments. Am v. sorry, but all my flannel shirts and dirty jeans were busy today. Can't leave hair down. The whole Morticia thing.
7:45-8:30 In transit. Please stop looking at legs, strange boy. Hmmm... strange yes, but also cute. Alright. Proceed. Am glad decided to shave legs after all. Song in headphones feeling v. familiar
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and hidden in the public eye.
Such a stellar monument to loneliness.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
and perfect makeup
but you're barely scraping by
8:30-10:00 How many is that? A bazillion fifteen minute periods? Spent 'breaking up' with Js roommate. While refraining from criticizing best friend, says am worth more than Js proverbial shit. Indeed. Also offered to meet in cereal aisle at supermarket -- recurring inside joke about sex in public places. Thanks, B. How about another limerick?
Am looking forward to Big City weekend. No drinking, no over-eating, no nothing that would make self feel worse than currently do. Long walks outside with supportive GalPal, cold air on face without makeup. Not usual fishy therapy session. Which is why am certain will be beneficial. Changing things up. Making plans. Without J. Changing things up. Indeed.
Posted by This Fish at October 30, 2002 12:02 PM