Listening: have "Fried Green Tomatoes"
playing in the background.
Reading (perhaps quality): Pink Think
by Lynn Peril and Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood
Reading (definitely pulp): Young Adult
trashy romances I picked up at the book sale
Drinking: cold water.
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October 8, 2002
9:44 pm
Can feel the incipient guitar-playing
callus on my left index finger. At least I hope the dullness I feel
there is a callus and not some kind of nerve damage. Could be either
at this point. Talullah called me at work
today to ask if I too was losing feeling in my left fingertips. When
I told her I was she sounded relieved. At least both of us are damaging
ourselves the same way.
Played for a little bit - Sunday night
after the girls left SnB, last night, this morning, tonight - am getting
better at stretching my fingers across the frets, at feeling when I'm
holding the strings hard enough. Most of the sounds that come away from
it sound good, I'm playing surer and better. The store owner recommended
holding the guitar close and hard like a boyfriend (If someone held
me in that loping grasping way I'm not sure I'd like it but then again,
who knows?)
Nothing like seeing someone else doing
what you do to make you rethink doing it. Was on the elevator this morning
- when I got on on the fifth floor (to go down to the basement) there
was a huffing woman already on the car. Then we stopped again on four
and she huffed again and looked at her watch. Her annoyance was palpable.
When the elevator stopped on three I thought she was going to lose it.
Then we made it past two and stopped on one, where she trotted out.
I think thoughts like that all the
time, the could-for-the-love-of-god-people-please-not-use-the-elevator-to-go-down-one-flight-of-stairs
thoughts. And I'm sure they eye rolling, foot stomping, heavy sighing
I do looks just as strange and petty to others then as this woman's
did to me today.
Almost didn't make it to the gym this
morning. Forgot to set my alarm last night and woke up at 6:40. I thought,
as I was lying there as the morning's first bits of sunlight filtered
through the window and Bob Edwards' voice droned on, about how I could
skip going. About how I could go to the gym near work. C'mon, a voice
whispered, it's already so late why bother? Then I thought about how
Marie and D would
be there, how I would feel like a lame-ass not being there, and about
how after 5 minutes of ruminating I was too awake to go back to sleep.
Whether I go in the morning or in the
evening a day isn't quote right without going. So I guess all this gym-going
is actually becoming a habit. Pretty damn cool.
So it's off to bed for me. Hasta manana,
all!
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Doing (life and related tasks): laundry
tonight.
Doing (crafty stuff): continuing the knitting
a sweater out of some fluffy plum colored yarn.
Wanting: still hankering for someone else
to take the trash out for me, a new bookcase, and a copy of the newest
Weezer album.
Anticipating: seeing Sarah
et al at the happy hour and SS the SS for
West Wing.
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