Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Saturday, Oct. 29, 2005 - 9:49 p.m.
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The The Night Offffffffff.......
You Are 40% Weird |
 Normal enough to know that you're weird... But too damn weird to do anything about it! |
Well, I was all excited tonight... actually, I was a happy bunny all excited last night. WHY?
Cuz I was getting my work done on the South Korea contract home stretch about a gazillion times faster than I thought. I thought I would be rushing on Monday to finish it up, and instead on Friday night i could see the end of it.
So I have worked tonight til now (9:30pm), and just have a couple hours for tomorrow. And I can go out to the Bent Girls Halloween Night Out Cabaret. I was wanting to go for months. Though I never came up with an outfit. I figure I have enough pickings for dressup here in the house to just wing it. We're supposed to be like vampire whatevers. And you can be a vampire whatever ANYTHING. So yeah...
Come tonight... I am FREEEEEE. And dead tired. And zero interest to dress up... it wouldn't be the first time I was tired and was still motivated to dress up. This time zilch. And I have zero interest in going out. I mean, I could forgo the dressing up and just go out. hah. no go. Zilch interest and energy to go out.
So I thought oh I'll rent a movie and veg out.
AHHH brilliant idea... I called ArtsyGuy (ok, I'll say more about ArtsyGuy later... he lives close, was in a different area of fine arts about the same time as me at art school, has a great kid, and he's single for once... I've dropped by a couple times this week. Yes he is cute. And like me a handyman artsyfartsy type with minimal budget)... to see if he wanted to watch a movie ... eek, almost a DATE! But his son answered... Dad is sleeping. Dang. I really have to stop going for these early night guys. Disappearing Boy is an early-dozer too. Oh well.
Tried calling Disappearing Boy but he's not home. Bet he's got a date. Grrr.
Oh well, I guess I'd have something to do if I just got my ass in gear. But I think I want my head on the pillow instead.
I think I will walk doggies, get a video, have a long hot bath with Harper's Magazine, make some popcorn and fall asleep to the movie in bed.
Somehow that would sound SOOO much better with a cuddle.
Shoulda got ArtsyGuy's kid to write him a note next to him to call me if he wakes up. oh well too late now.
Wish me a good night!
me
wenchie.
Oh, btw, here is a great place to indulge your desire to listen to The The... I just clicked one song after another on their online jukebox last night: they have all their songs, album by album, there. yay!!! The The Time!
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