Wednesday, February 09, 2005

In Which the Protagonist Engages in the Usual Sort of Freak-Out Behavior Related to the Stupid Things She Does When She Knows Better Than to Do Them

Oh. Wow. Look at that. All of my freak-out triggers just fired. Every damn one. Why is it, again, that I don't date? Ah. Yea. Cause of that. There. This feeling.

I know I'm out of it not just because I flaked out on tonight's MA class and left work early with the "I have to be up at 4am and spend all day in Indy excuse" but because I stopped by Borders to pick up the new Greenday CD, brought it home, unwrapped it, put it into my computer... and thought:

"Hey, this sounds a lot like U2."

Look at CD again. Read label again. But the Greenday CD has a bomb on the cover, right?

Oh, shit.

Oh. Dear God. I bought that crappy new U2 CD instead of Greenday.


I've created my own special kind of hell.

Writing Today

Writing today. More after class tonight, perhaps.

"You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy." -Erica Jong

"Let us not confuse stability with stagnation." -Mary Jean LeTendre

"Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real." -Iris Murdoch

"We don't see things as they are. We see them as we are." -Anais Nin

Booked & Paid For

New York, Feb 14-22nd. Well, actually, New Jersey. But I intend to spend a great deal of time on the train.

Up tomorrow morning at the ungodly hour of 4:15am so I can meet Yellow at the train station out here at 7am so that we can drive down to Indy for a project kickoff meeting.

Funny talking to him. I miss Yellow. He needs to come into the office more often. If only so I can check out his shoes.

Snow. More Snow. Bah.

Is it Friday yet?