halfway between the gutter and the stars

Well, today I found out my boss is also going to the "Navigating Your Harvard Career" workshop tomorrow. We reassured each other that it wasn't because we were looking for jobs outside the Center. Except, in truth, we probably are. If not now, then in the foreseeable future.

The bus on the way home smelled like barbecue sauce and the woman behind me was talking on her phone about how she can't go to the party tomorrow because of restraining order.

But there are people coming over for game, I'm making Chile a mix called Fuck That Noise, and watching episodes of Glee on Hulu has suddenly instilled in me a weird fondness for Britney Spears (no fears, there's no Britney on the mix). Also, I've got acoustic Cyndi Lauper in my itunes.

I've gone through all my random ass gmail documents, and made myself two lists, one of projects and one of adventures. There's a range of ambitions, from finally getting to Formaggio Kitchen to refinishing my dresser (or replacing the knob that's been missing for a couple years now).

I've been sick for a week now, and I'm feeling all sorts of guilty about it. Continuing to not get better feels like a weakness of will, or a moral question, if I was a better person, then I wouldn't be so floored by this. But, I've tried like hell not to commit myself to anything, and nothing hurts anymore, I just feel like someone's stuffed my sinuses full of socks and my hacking cough isn't continuous anymore. And, when I typed that, I really thought it was going to come out sounding like I was better, rather than pathetic.

I can't decide if I actually want to go to my farmshare's pick-your-own event on sunday. On the one hand, green tomatoes and leeks and all sorts of root vegetables. On the other hand, an hour drive to hang outside in the cold doesn't sound like the best way to get back to peak health. And I'd really, really like to be able to taste things, and have enough of an attention span to finish books, and stop eating coughdrops.

WAH.

halfway between the gutter and the stars

Well, today I found out my boss is also going to the "Navigating Your Harvard Career" workshop tomorrow. We reassured each other that it wasn't because we were looking for jobs outside the Center. Except, in truth, we probably are. If not now, then in the foreseeable future.

The bus on the way home smelled like barbecue sauce and the woman behind me was talking on her phone about how she can't go to the party tomorrow because of restraining order.

But there are people coming over for game, I'm making Chile a mix called Fuck That Noise, and watching episodes of Glee on Hulu has suddenly instilled in me a weird fondness for Britney Spears (no fears, there's no Britney on the mix). Also, I've got acoustic Cyndi Lauper in my itunes.

I've gone through all my random ass gmail documents, and made myself two lists, one of projects and one of adventures. There's a range of ambitions, from finally getting to Formaggio Kitchen to refinishing my dresser (or replacing the knob that's been missing for a couple years now).

I've been sick for a week now, and I'm feeling all sorts of guilty about it. Continuing to not get better feels like a weakness of will, or a moral question, if I was a better person, then I wouldn't be so floored by this. But, I've tried like hell not to commit myself to anything, and nothing hurts anymore, I just feel like someone's stuffed my sinuses full of socks and my hacking cough isn't continuous anymore. And, when I typed that, I really thought it was going to come out sounding like I was better, rather than pathetic.

I can't decide if I actually want to go to my farmshare's pick-your-own event on sunday. On the one hand, green tomatoes and leeks and all sorts of root vegetables. On the other hand, an hour drive to hang outside in the cold doesn't sound like the best way to get back to peak health. And I'd really, really like to be able to taste things, and have enough of an attention span to finish books, and stop eating coughdrops.

WAH.