1 October 2001
It was a slow, quiet, almost boring weekend. Almost enough to make me glad to be back at work this morning - although not quite enough, since I don't anticipate having enough work to do to really keep me occupied, and if I'm going to be bored anyway, I'd rather do it at home.
And nothing really is going to make me happy to get out of bed before the sun rises. It's just not natural. Getting up with the sun, yeah, I can see that, though it's not my inclination. But waking up while it's still dark outside is No.
So now I'm sluggish and tired and wanting a cup of coffee, even though I got more than six hours of sleep.
I had a topic I was going to write about today. I've been thinking about it all weekend, and thinking about writing about it.
I was going to tell you my theory on why nice guys never get the girl, and why so many women feel the need to have male friends who are not only their own significant others, but - frequently - the significant others of someone else.
But I can't seem to get it to come out coherently. I'll keep trying, and maybe I'll talk about it later this week.
By the way, keep your eyes open. K.T. told me she's got a guest entry for me, to talk about the Achy-Breaky song. So as soon as she sends it to me, I'll post that.
October. Already. And I expect this month will go faster than I want it to, too.
I need to go to Target and buy some things for my Hallowe'en costume. Matt's been distinctly unenthusiastic in the past, so I'm leaving him alone to make up his own costume this year, or none at all.
And my birthday is in little more than a month. I'll be thirty - the first of my closest circle of friends to hit that milestone. It seems to me that I really ought to have a significant celebration, but I haven't figured out what to do, yet.
The closest I've come is the idea that I should rent a suite of hotel rooms for the weekend (my birthday is on a Friday this year) so that I don't have to worry about people driving when they're tired and/or intoxicated. But exactly what we'll be doing as we sit up until all hours (possibly drinking) I have no idea.
I thought about gaming, but it would be too awkward. I have too many friends who simply can not game with each other - and although there's enough people to consider more than one game, there are more people who would get caught in the middle. Besides, dividing everyone into groups sortof discourages social interaction.
If you have any ideas, please feel free to share them.
Thirty. I'm not dismayed by it, but I am a little... awed? Weirded out? Something like that.
That saying, "Never trust anyone over thirty," - that'll be me, they're talking about who's untrustworthy. (Hmm... If I'm untrustworthy, maybe I should host a murder? Would that be gaming? Can people who can't game together still LARP together?)
I'll be exactly half my mother's age. When my mom turned thirty, she was seven months pregnant with me. My doctor is nagging me to hurry up and have children - because if for some reason I have trouble conceiving, all the most reliable fertility treatments are best used on women under thirty-five. ("Convince my husband," I tell the doctor, "and then we'll talk.")
That's only five years away - the age at which it will be an unacceptable health risk for me to have my first child. And five years is so short, now... I mean, I still find myself thinking of college as a couple of years ago, but the truth is that I finished my graduate degree more than five years ago.
Can't you stop this thing for a little while? I just want to catch my breath...
Word of the Day:
tchotchke - knickknack, trinket
Song of the Day:
Off the Hook (Barenaked Ladies)
Current Projects:
- drawing
- Hall stuff
- garden