It’s amazing how much better one feels when one has money in the bank. Yay for paycheques! (Also, is it horribly pretentious of me to use that spelling for ‘cheque’? I just think it looks so much cooler than ‘check’.)
call her green, for the children who’ve made her
Archive for November, 2005
Damn. Just imagine how the poor boy feels. At least, y’know, she died happy and loved.
The wind got much friendlier as soon as I was outside, and by the time I got up again it had driven in a large rainstorm, which makes me even happier. Not that the wind became less vigorous, it just wasn’t scary now that I was a part of it instead of an outside observer. [...]
Ok, it is getting really kinda creepy sitting down here all alone in this hotel lobby, with the wind howling outside, shaking the tree branches against the walls and rattling the window panes. Normally I love the wind, but right now, it’s freaking me out. Every time I hear one of the garbage cans bang [...]
Also, much as I adore James Thurber, think him terribly witty and quote him on every appropriate occasion, it bothers me more than I can say that a dear friend told me that on my ‘good days’ I remind him of the esteemed essayist. Brilliant as he was, Thurber was nevertheless not what you would [...]
So, after a long talk with Prose the other week, I’ve started on this new “Cynics Anonymous” program. I’ve had some successes, several times where I’ve caught myself in the middle of a negative thought and stopped and said, But that isn’t true. I even had one major breakthrough the other day, when I was [...]
Sigh. I suppose I should stop reading about Jacobite uprisings on Wikipedia and actually get some paperwork done.
I’m sitting here at work, looking over the yearbook that my class put together, and which I finally figured out how to download and print off the computers here at the hotel. (shh! Don’t tell anyone that I stole 50 sheets of paper and an attendent quantity of ink!) They put in Mr. David’s toast [...]
Roy just told me that Wash (aka Alan Tudyk) is in Spamalot. Dude. Now I totally have to go to New York. (And if you don’t know who he is, for the love of god, people, go watch Firefly!)
See, this is why I moved to a small town. Last night Prose and Rey and I (and a friend of theirs from the SCA) went downtown to see the festivities attendent on the opening of the holiday season. There was a bonfire at the main intersection, and the town crier (complete with bell and [...]