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September 17, 2000
Yawn...
Lordy, I'm sleepy. I got home at about three o'clock this morning, which is about four hours past when I'd normally be sound asleep. But it was a very fun night -- saw Patrick's final show, which was excellent -- there was a nice big audience, who seemed to respond really well to the play -- and then tagged along to the cast party. Met a lot of people, including one reader I hadn't met before. I had a great time, and finally went to sleep just before four.
The noisy people with the incessantly barking dog next door are moving out today. (Yippee!) It's almost worth having been woken up two and a half hours after I fell asleep to know that they'll be gone soon. It's not that they aren't nice people, they're just so LOUD. Every conversation has to be shouted. One of them likes to sing random bits of songs at the top of his (off-key) lungs. And the dog has never been trained at all, so he barks. All the time. All day long. And he's a German Shepard. Big dog, big voice. The window he likes to bark out of is level with my window, and maybe twenty feet away. Loud, loud, loud. But they'll be gone soon. One annoyance gone.
The divorce hearing -- D-Day -- is one week from Tuesday. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. Patrick does an impression of Barry that makes me laugh 'til my stomach hurts -- Barry's British, so Patrick does this foppish, Robin Leach-esque voice, and just cracks me up. Last night we decided that he should come to court with me, and pretend to be my lawyer. I can laugh at the whole thing -- it's really just ridiculous -- but still... it really doesn't feel real to me anymore. I keep having to remind myself that the marriage really did happen, I really did catch him in bed with someone else (which I honestly can't think about much, or talk about beyond jokes, because it still feels like a swift sucker-punch in the stomach), and the hearing really is going to happen. Very strange. I know it'll be a bad day -- I have the whole day off work, because I knew I'd be in no shape to go to work right afterward. I'm hoping to go out for a few nice stiff drinks the following weekend.
I'm torn right now between going to do laundry, or trying to nap. Since the dog is going nuts next door, a nap seems out of the question. I suppose I should take a shower.
I am distracted by a somewhat pleasant thing -- I placed a personal ad on Yahoo a while ago. So far, I've gotten responses from a couple of jerks -- the guy who told me that if I don't have a perfect body I should go to the gym and change myself, and the guy who sent me bizarre, one-sentence, sarcastic remarks for a while, then got mad when I asked him what the hell he was talking about, and I've gotten a few from 50-year-old married men (Ew!) -- but this past week, I got email from a guy who seems really nice. He's slightly older than me, and physically very much not my type. He's tall, and big, and burly -- the kind of guy women describe as "a big teddy bear." He's in a band, which I have a huge weakness for. And so far, from the conversations we've had online and over the phone, he seems very sweet. We converse very easily, very comfortably. I haven't met him in person yet, but I'm hoping to do that soon. And I'm hoping it doesn't turn out to be a disaster.
I'm going to get moving now -- laundry calls. Oh, and incidentally, Yahoo seems to be eating my email messages. I have heard from a few people recently that I never replied to messages they've sent me -- messages I never got. Today I found one someone sent me almost a month ago. So, if you've emailed me and never heard back, I'm not ignoring you -- I just never got your message. Sigh.
Posted by Mary Ellen at September 17, 2000 04:45 PM