Wednesday, June 30, 2004
I have so few stories to tell, of late. The Asheville story is still coming soon...
So I will tell you, instead, what is filling up my head. I am still trying to figure out how this move to the Bay is going to work...how to get my car there in one piece, when to go, how to pay for it, where to live, how to enroll in my credential program, how to take the Constitution test I need to take, etc.
Aside from that madness, I have developed a full-blown obsession with coleslaw. I have to have it all the time. The guy at the deli counter knows me, now. Yesterday he remarked on how much coleslaw I buy. Is there some kind of nutrient in coleslaw that I may have been starving myself of all these years? I think about coleslaw when I am nowhere near it. Problem?
Walking down the street the other night with Owen, while I was in the middle of telling a funny story, a man came and jogged very close to me. I screamed in his face. He apologized to me-- though I kind of felt like screaming two inches from his ear might mean I should apologize to him. I was too startled to apologize, though. I think that people being startled, even when it is me, is one of the funniest things in the whole world. Owen must, too, because when this happened he laughed so hard he couldn't breathe.
Lately I am feeling like a bad friend because I can't seem to keep up with all my friends weddings. I haven't sent cards for the ones that I have missed and I can't remember the actual date of the one I am attending and I am way too embarrassed to ask because I should know it. I vaguely remember getting several fancy and expensive invitations to it, but goodness knows I can't remember what I did with them.
I am remembering all these articles of clothing I used to have that I can't find...
Is it wrong to steal from corporations?
Enough with this. Off to work I go. ¶ 9:20 AM