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Keep your ear to the ground...
June 1, 2006
Last night before I went to bed, I typed up this note and magnified the font and left it on my computer, which was on all night with the monitor off:
Dear me:Do not sit around pining away for impossible boys on the computer all day and waiting for the AC repairman. GO SWIMMING! TREAT YOURSELF! HAVE FUN! ENJOY LIFE!
Love,
Me.
Ha! I crack me up sometimes.
Of course, this morning it is raining and not really good swimming weather, so go figure. However, I am not pining in the least, nor do I care if the AC repair guy EVER shows up. At this point, I am starting to calculate the cost savings of not even having AC at all and maybe just investing in one good window unit to keep us cool this summer...or until I can save up to get a whole new HVAC system that is energy/cost efficient. Fuck central air! Fuck luxury!
I am slowly crawling out of my self-induced hell of no children. It feels shockingly empty in this house. And tidy. And I have nothing to distract me except for impossible boys on the internet, and the news - all of which seems bad, and my books and journals. I wake up, having slept with my journal, and I write for 30 minutes. And before I go to bed I tap madly at the keyboard. Pecking out words.
Oh, it's not so bad as all of that. I am not completely insane and isolated. I played card last night with A. He taught me how to play Fluxx and it was enjoyable. A is a nice person to spend time with. He is not an impossible boy, but a Truly Nice Guy. So if any of you ladies out there are looking for a nice guy - I can introduce you. Come play cards with us!
My housemate keeps to herself mostly. And I have been working. Free from the logistical nightmare of childcare, work is so easy to accomplish. I go into the office early, and I feel compelled to stay late. I have been forgetting to scan the Chronicle for shows and movies that I want to see. I feel kind of broke what with the ac repairs forthcoming, but I might still find a way to afford to go see blackalicious tomorrow if it isn't totally sold out and if my tentative movie-watching, lasagna-eating plans with #1 impossible boy get canceled - which they likely may, because he is Impossible.
Other than that...nothing. I still wake up at Coley Time every morning. My goal was to swim in the late morning and walk late at night. I have been doing the walks, but the swims have not been happening.
I spend my days at home listening to old punk rock on cassette. I need to get a new turntable. It's in the works. Today it is the Discord State of the Union compilation. "I want this candle lighted for the dear departed." I remember my friend Gar had a big crush on this woman. Gar. Gah. I need to email Gar. He always can pull me out of semi-funks and leave me laughing and laughing and laughing at the absurdity of it all.
Time is too short to mope. Almost 1 week down, a little more than 2 to go.
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Comments
If by "window unit" you mean window AC, as opposed to plain ol' fan, then...they're certainly better than nothing, at least here in muggy sticky New York; but then I don't have that much square footage to cool off. definitely do not forgo altogether. jmo, but sticky heat is absolutely fricking ghastly and frankly unhealthy,
Yes! Window AC unit. But it looks like my central air will be fixed tomorrow, thanks to the cutie-patootie ac repairman. I am totally making him a lasagna tonight because he actually MADE a part to prevent the blower motor from breaking again.