Listening: Step Aside by Sleater-Kinney
("When I feel worn out when I feel beaten/ Like a used up shoe
or a cake half-eaten/ There's only one way to keep on feeling/ Move
it up one time IN TIME dig it") and The Infanta by The Decemberists
("Here she comes in her palanquin/ on the back of an elephant/
on a bed made of linen and sequins and silk")
Reading (perhaps quality): Finished
Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis, reading A Brief History of Time
by Stephen Hawking despite being told this weekend by a more-than-reasonably
creditable physics source that Hawking is full of it.
Reading (definitely pulp): Nothing right
now.
Drinking: Nada.
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September 08, 2008
10:08 pm
Can't believe that its already September.
In fact wasn't going to believe it, computer and cell phone calendar
evidence to the contrary. Then I remembered telling someone that it
was crazy that it was already Fall (which would make September believable),
I remembered a work deadline that was for September first that had passed
(which makes September really really believable), I remembered going
on a date with someone on Labor Day (okay, it really must be September).
How the hell did it get to be so late
in the year?
Life has been really busy, with a schedule
so full its tiring even me. Went to happy hour tonight with SS
the SS and it was all I could do keep my eyes open for long enough
to finish my hefeweizen. You know when I reach a point where talking
to my best friend doesn't interest me... well that's tired.
The rest of this week is well booked
and this weekend have Borgosz's goodbye girls-night-Journey-DVD
party and Walter's Christening (where I get
to be godmother, an honor that awes me) to start with, and knowing me
the rest of the time will fill in.
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Doing (life and related tasks): Catching
up on sleep. Its completely a full time not-job-but-a-job.
Doing (crafty stuff): Have continued remaining
anything but craft-tas-tic lately.
Wanting: A degree of calm and clarity that
seems beyond me right now.
Anticipating: Baby Walter's christening
this weekend.
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