Listening: "Tired of Sex" by Weezer. But "Shattered" by the Rolling Stones has been stuck in my head for the last week so it really doesn't matter what I'm listening to I keep hearing that damn song. Borrowed that "Forty Licks' CD of theirs from a friend at work and am yet again how Mick Jagger can sound so damn sexy and just not look that way (to me at least).

Reading (perhaps quality): Just finished Secrets: A Memoir of Vietnam and the Pentagon Papers by Daniel Ellsberg.

Reading (definitely pulp): Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfeild. Read it as a kid and just found it again at a used book sale.

Drinking: Cherry flavored seltzer water.

October 22, 2003
9:50 pm

Damn Mick Jagger's been stuck in my head for the last week. I know I mentioned it earlier but it's worthy of it again, that song "Shattered" has been running in my head like a background process for like a week and a half. All the time, all I can do is shake my head and mutter "shedobe" or whatever it is that the background singers murmur. I could analyze why that song rather than any other but I honestly think I've been looking for some noise any noise to keep me occupied.

It's been a little over a week since Grandpa Elmer passed, about six months since my Grandma-on-Mom's-side did. I'm tired. Tired of losing people I was so used to having around. Tired of funerals and prayer cards and hearing condolences from my coworkers from my friends. I'd like some peace some comfort some something to make some of this heavy sadness, this longing missing them go away. Not sure where to find it so I guess my mind's giving me Mick instead. I guess there are worse companions, I only wish he'd sing another damn song.

It's been a busy social week this week. Sunday night had a nice walk and dinner out, Monday was halloween costume planning with SS the SS and a late-ish dinner with Hoover (who just moved from mere exbf to actual friend status - congrats to him!), yesterday went to go see "Kill Bill" (enjoyed the almost-dancing fight scenes, tried not to get too skeeved by the blood) with Fabian, tonight had dinner with Demmert. Through all of this Anna's held up well - she hung with Hoover and Fabian when they came up to meet her and hasn't retaliated in any way in response to my late nights out. She's just been peacefully hanging out - right now she's brooding at the foot of my bed among some folded laundry.

(above) Anna, amid laundry. Apparently it's serious business.

Doing (life and related tasks): Have been busy at work (deadlines for Vets and IHAS creeping up), hanging out with my cat, going out with the girls, even catching some dates here and there.

Doing (crafty stuff): Knit a hat last week, hemmed three pairs of pants and am working on a snake scarf. If it turns out well I make the scarf for some people's Christmas presents.

Wanting: Bookshelves bookshelves bookshelves. And a scooter. Am tired of the piles of books and papers littering my apartment (though Anna seems to enjoy scattering them) and would like to expand my transportation options.

Anticipating: Some Halloween parties over the weekend, finishing up much of the grunt work for Vets this week.