" I know it’s only juice & june"
Jun. 9th, 2005 06:44 pmdecent week, if hot and polleny enough to make me lethargic.
the bad: light talking to his exwife makes me wicked prickly. the bad is not that they talked, but that i can't control my reaction to it. and i'm not even sure if i want to. i've come up with a new theory as to why my hackles rise, and i'll propose it to him tonight and see if it makes any sense.
lesson canceled, having a pressing date with the chapter of his diss. he rescheduled for next tuesday.
the good: absofuckinglutey everything else. brunch on sunday was awesome, and i might get to see tulip tomorrow. monday had a rockin' thunderstorm and Unexpected and Cherished came over and we made yummy rhubarbstrawberry pie. tuesday was twin peaks, and well, pretty much every time i see host and lilo i'm happy. wednesday was take-out thai and an episode of House (which i've become completely infatuated with.) today is Light's birthday, and if it cools down a little more, i'll make him a mexican chocolate cake to go with the pasta dish involving chickpeas, hominy, little balls of mozz, and a hell of a lot of balsamic vinegar.
i really need more people to cook for. volunteers?
my psychiatrist wants to try me out on Provigil, which just sounds intimidating. it was comforting like blankets to have unexpected understand exactly how all my doctors polarize.
the dental surgery's been schedule for august first. two weeks after falconridge, and sadly the monday of the week Media'll be out to visit.
tomorrow with be the farm share, and a movie matinee and All Fired Up, and generally just not being at work. and maybe, if i'm really lucky, i'll drag light up to chesterfield gorge and go 'hiking' in the shade saturday.
and now he's home, and i've got to go get his HUGE present out of the car.
the bad: light talking to his exwife makes me wicked prickly. the bad is not that they talked, but that i can't control my reaction to it. and i'm not even sure if i want to. i've come up with a new theory as to why my hackles rise, and i'll propose it to him tonight and see if it makes any sense.
lesson canceled, having a pressing date with the chapter of his diss. he rescheduled for next tuesday.
the good: absofuckinglutey everything else. brunch on sunday was awesome, and i might get to see tulip tomorrow. monday had a rockin' thunderstorm and Unexpected and Cherished came over and we made yummy rhubarbstrawberry pie. tuesday was twin peaks, and well, pretty much every time i see host and lilo i'm happy. wednesday was take-out thai and an episode of House (which i've become completely infatuated with.) today is Light's birthday, and if it cools down a little more, i'll make him a mexican chocolate cake to go with the pasta dish involving chickpeas, hominy, little balls of mozz, and a hell of a lot of balsamic vinegar.
i really need more people to cook for. volunteers?
my psychiatrist wants to try me out on Provigil, which just sounds intimidating. it was comforting like blankets to have unexpected understand exactly how all my doctors polarize.
the dental surgery's been schedule for august first. two weeks after falconridge, and sadly the monday of the week Media'll be out to visit.
tomorrow with be the farm share, and a movie matinee and All Fired Up, and generally just not being at work. and maybe, if i'm really lucky, i'll drag light up to chesterfield gorge and go 'hiking' in the shade saturday.
and now he's home, and i've got to go get his HUGE present out of the car.