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I was out dancing until 4 am, so I've been sleeeeeeping.
Married guy was there. The tension is such that it can be seen from space. But nothing will happen, as I'm not that kind of girl and he's not that kind of guy. So yeah, I have an awesome new friend, and just need to get past the "we'd be so perfect together, if it wasn't for his wife" thing.
I also somehow ended up with two DJ gigs before the end of the night, after like six months of jack squat.
Up in the attic, trying on my mom's eighties stuff. Cussing constantly as she was skinnier than me, always. But I did score one helluva high-collared power dress in black with thin beige stripes and matching mother-of-pearl buttons. Lunch is for wimps!
dabitch, you're braver than me. I think my mom weighed all of 90 pounds in the 80s. (she is also about 4'11", so it's not that scary, I guess, but she was around a size 1 or so)
I'm like two of her!
Which is a shame as I remember her wearing some awesome stuff, and I know she's a packrat and still has a bunch of it.
I must have slept for at least eleven-twelve hours. I remember that sleep as being filled with vivid dreams but, being a dumbass, I forgot to write them down when I awoke.
Getting ready to take my pants off during a subway ride. Then, dinner with my gals, and then it's off to take care of my boyfriend's cat till he comes home on Sunday.
Washing dishes. Letting Sameet_639125 take over my new computer to see if he can make the video card better (he can't. I need to buy a new one. #*&$)(% Dell.) Tidying up the living room. And so on. . .
Selling my wardrobe for $100, off to the rental office to give our notice of vacancy and then to the Health Food Store to pick up pure cranberry juice, organic milk and cream. Tomorrow is the rest of groceries day.
I've wished brainwidth congrats in the official thread
Sleeeeeeeping. Then I overslept, resulting in weird, vaguely ominous dreams in which I kept waking up at home but things were all moved around or someone was knocking at the door or someone was out in the yard. Now I'm drinking tea and trying to shake the heebie jeebies.
Ms. Pause is in California, so i took the commuter rail to Concord, MA, and walked around Walden Pond. Not exhausted, i walked randomly around Concord, Sleepy Hollow cemetery, and North Bridge for another couple of hours.
Visiting my aunt and uncle, who, strangely, both have aggressive breast cancer. Hadn't seen them in a couple of years, so it actually was quite nice, but we all were uncomfortably aware that this could be the last time. Ugh.
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