Sunday, July 24, 2005
I can't take it anymore.
Probably tomorrow, or if not, very soon, I am going to get a library card in the city where I live. It could mean the end of life as we know it. I came back from my trip to Europe totally hooked on this guy's thriller/mystery novels. There are only 2 more to read, but dammit, I must read them. Maybe I will get hooked on novels the way I was when I was a kid- I read everything I could get my hands on.
It would certainly beat having to worry about the real world- bullshit like worrrying about kids who are all alone in the garden at sunset, when Jess is ever going to make signs so people don't put compost in the wrong bin, dealing with the results of people doing the wrong thing with the compost, what would happen if I were to plant something (it would likely disappear), if our water bill is going to get shut off, etc. I also worry a lot about money and my future and the state of the world and why my hands hurt so much and when is that woman going to give me my taxes back? What will happen when I go to the hospital to have my hands looked at this week and I don't have any proof of income?
If I go to yoga before work, will my hands hurt too much to clean? Too much to work on the website or have sex or hold up a book while I'm reading it?
Plus, T. doesn't talk to me anymore. He hasn't emailed me since before Europe. I ran into him twice in Europe and I was so bitter about him not keeping me up to date on where I should be... I might be making progress towards making other friends, since I hung out with C and W and this cool guy D the other day. He plays the guitar and I pulled out the Cat Stevens songbook that was at their house, and somehow I ended up singing with him. I think that means that I like him...
And, C came by the house today while i was at the gym. He waited for like an hour, apparently with the intention of kidnapping me and bringing me to Davis. I would have loved to have gone...but I do have to work tomorrow and try to talk to the woman who was supposed to do my taxes...
email me at haydees@gmail.com
Probably tomorrow, or if not, very soon, I am going to get a library card in the city where I live. It could mean the end of life as we know it. I came back from my trip to Europe totally hooked on this guy's thriller/mystery novels. There are only 2 more to read, but dammit, I must read them. Maybe I will get hooked on novels the way I was when I was a kid- I read everything I could get my hands on.
It would certainly beat having to worry about the real world- bullshit like worrrying about kids who are all alone in the garden at sunset, when Jess is ever going to make signs so people don't put compost in the wrong bin, dealing with the results of people doing the wrong thing with the compost, what would happen if I were to plant something (it would likely disappear), if our water bill is going to get shut off, etc. I also worry a lot about money and my future and the state of the world and why my hands hurt so much and when is that woman going to give me my taxes back? What will happen when I go to the hospital to have my hands looked at this week and I don't have any proof of income?
If I go to yoga before work, will my hands hurt too much to clean? Too much to work on the website or have sex or hold up a book while I'm reading it?
Plus, T. doesn't talk to me anymore. He hasn't emailed me since before Europe. I ran into him twice in Europe and I was so bitter about him not keeping me up to date on where I should be... I might be making progress towards making other friends, since I hung out with C and W and this cool guy D the other day. He plays the guitar and I pulled out the Cat Stevens songbook that was at their house, and somehow I ended up singing with him. I think that means that I like him...
And, C came by the house today while i was at the gym. He waited for like an hour, apparently with the intention of kidnapping me and bringing me to Davis. I would have loved to have gone...but I do have to work tomorrow and try to talk to the woman who was supposed to do my taxes...
email me at haydees@gmail.com
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