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October 30, 2000
Phew!
So we're on a new server, here. I just spent the day copying and pasting all the old Diaryland entries over here -- the move isn't done yet, I still need to add my links and such, but I didn't want to put off updating any longer. Now, if I could only remember all the stuff I had to say...
You all know that last entry was written with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek, right? I'm not pining away, or horribly depressed, or anything like that. I was just having a good, silly sulk.
The past week has been insanely busy at work -- that doesn't look like it'll change anytime soon, though, so I should just get used to it. By the time I get home, all I want to do is collapse on my bed and watch mindless television until I fall asleep -- which is one big reason why I've been so lazy about updating lately.
This weekend was mostly productive -- Friday I went shopping for socks after work (man, I do live the wild life, don't I?!?) and then went home and let the TV rot my brain. Saturday I woke up far too early, but still managed to loaf around in my pajamas until noon or so. Finally got myself into the shower, and went to the laundromat. Normally I like doing laundry -- it's relaxing and all -- but Saturday, it was just icky. There was a woman there with four young girls -- elementary school age, mostly. I can safely say they were the stinkiest kids I have ever encountered -- I don't know what they'd been eating, but every few minutes, the stench would get so nasty I'd have to go sit outside. And I have an older brother, so farts don't normally phase me!
Once they collected their laundry and left, a very strange man came and sat next to me. I was just trying to read, minding my own business -- I didn't really need a weird guy staring at me intently, while licking his lips and wiggling his legs around. I finally gave up and went outside to wait for my dryer to finish.
Beth went on a cleaning binge Saturday afternoon -- I helped as much as I could, without getting in the way. The bug was catching -- I put all the laundry away, changed the bedsheets, vacuumed and mopped the floor, changed the cat litter, and cleaned all the crap out of my junk drawer (three issues of People magazine? Outdated coupons? This is the stuff I consider important enough to hang on to?) and gleefully shredded all the pictures of Barry I found.
Once the apartment was sparkling, Beth and I went to get the last touches for her Halloween costume. I was all set with mine -- I did the "multiple personalities" thing -- regular clothes, with name tags stuck all over, each with a different name. It turned out to be a lot more annoying than I'd expected it to be. More on that later. Came home, got dressed, and headed to Cambridge, to a friend of Beth's. The party was... well, dull. I didn't know anyone -- that's usually not a bad thing. Get a beer or two into me, and I'll chat with anybody at all. But these people all knew each other, and really weren't interested in meeting anyone new. Mostly I got asked "So how did you meet Beth?" and ignored. The name tags weren't sticking to my clothes very well, so I started peeling them off pretty early -- telling Beth that I was just integrating the personalities one by one. We headed for home at around midnight (or 11, since we changed the clocks as soon as we got home.) Watched still more TV, and went to sleep.
Eric called Sunday morning, and we had a good, giggly conversation. I don't have the faintest memory what we talked about, except his job (which he hates, at the moment) and the odd (but kind of tasty-sounding) ravioli concoction he was making. Whatever silliness we discussed took about an hour... I'm really glad, now, that I sent him that letter. The conversations we have now are much better, much more fun -- that weird tension is gone, and we're just really good buddy-type friends again. Makes me happier than anything -- I hated the tension, and I'd rather have just gone through the awkwardness of telling him how I felt than ignore it.
It's pitch dark outside, and I have ten minutes left at work... I like this time of year, when it's crisp and cold, and all the leaves are falling. Yesterday, while waiting for Lee to pick me up (so she could get me started on this journal move, because she's so damn cool) I sat out on the step in the first snow of the year. It wan't terribly cold, so the flakes weren't sticking -- I could have sat there all evening, very happily.
Time to leave work now -- hopefully this move will be done soon!
Posted by Mary Ellen at October 30, 2000 05:18 PM