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01 July 2011
OMG I'M SO ANTSY I MUST SHOUT ABOUT IT!→[More:]
IT'S FRIDAY AND GORGEOUS OUTSIDE AND I HAD SOME CAFFEINE THIS MORNING AND ALL I CAN THINK IS:
ME TOO SPECKLET. IT IS BEAUTIFUL OUT BUT I FEEL EXPLODEY AND SOMEHOW HUNGOVER FROM TWO BEERS LAST NIGHT. I WOULD LIKE TO NOT BE HERE NOW. I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE A SHORT NAP AND THEN EAT SOME BULGOGI.
IT'S VERY NICE HERE BUT I AM JUST SO GRATEFUL TO HAVE TEMP WORK THAT WHEN THE LADIES IN THE FINANCE OFFICE URGED ME TO LEAVE, I SAID, NO, I'VE STILL GOT SOME STUFF TO DO (AND I DID). I AM GOING TO STAY HERE TILL 5 PM, AND GET MY FULL 7 HRS OF PAY AND THEN I WILL GO HOME TO MY BOYFRIEND'S PLACE WHERE I HOPE TO PLAY LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT BEFORE THE GIGANTIC STORAGE UNIT MOVE OF DOOM TOMORROW.
SERIOUSLY, I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MUCH CASH MONIES I HAD TO TAKE OUT OF THE BANK TODAY IN ORDER TO PAY THE MOVERS AND THE HANDYMAN AND THE CLEANING LADY WHO IS COMING ON SUNDAY. AT LEAST MY BOYFRIEND WILL BE PAYING ALL THE MONIES FOR THE MOVE INTO THE NEW, NEW PLACE BECAUSE ASKING ME TO PAY FOR TWO MOVES WITHIN TWO MONTHS WOULD BE WAY TOO MUCH TO ASK OF SOMEONE WITH A TEMP JOB.
THE CHICKEN I BOUGHT TODAY - FREE RANGE, TWICE THE PRICE OF THE FACTORY CHICKENS - WAS TOUGH AND STRINGY. NOT NICE AT ALL, BUT I WILL FINISH IT OVER THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS, I'LL FIND SOME WAY OF TARTING IT UP TO MAKE IT MORE PALATABLE.
BECAUSE OUR WIFI HAS BEEN FLAKY FOR A COUPLA DAYS, JUST NOW I DID SOMETHING NOT-VERY-CLEVER THAT ELIMINATED THE SIGNAL COMPLETELY, LOOKING LIKE IT MIGHT LEAVE US WITH NO INTERNET UNTIL AFTER THE HOLIDAY WEEKEND. BUT THEN I GOT THE FLAKY CONNECTION BACK SO, ON BALANCE, UM, YAY.
TODAY I SPENT SIX HOURS HELPING OUT A VERY NICE PERSON WHO IS NONETHELESS KINDA BLITHELY CLUELESS, WEIRDLY RIGID, AND OVERALL CRAZYMAKING.
Example conversation in the grocery store: She came meandering from the juice aisle, pushing her cart right down the middle so no one could get past her on either side, and said, "Well, I need juice boxes but I don't think they're down there." About fifteen minutes later, after sending me down every other aisle she could possible imagine would stock juiceboxes, it emerged that she only thought they weren't there. That is, she decided ahead of time that they weren't there, so even though she was in that aisle picking up something else, she hadn't actually, y'know, glanced three feet over to see if they were or not. They were, of course.
This isn't a big deal in itself, but it is a little metaphor for how she lives her entire life: she makes up "facts" arbitrarily and cleaves to them no matter what contrary evidence emerges. There must be some serenity in being so certain all the time.