As moving time looms off on the horizon, I find myself contemplating Things That I Will Miss. I feel a bittersweet pang. I press my hand to my somewhat-sore-because-that-time-of-month-always-does-that-to-me bosom. I gaze longingly off into the middle distance. And then again, at two in the morning when the guy next door is playing his music […]
Monthly Archives: August 2008
Much as I miss Kevin, it may be best for all that I was sleeping alone last night, as the Huevos Rancheros I had yesterday have proved to have…let us say…remarkable continued presence. (They were GOOD, but heavy on the black beans.) Note to self: Avoid enclosed spaces today.
Whew. Okay, I lied about that whole “weekend off” thing. In actuality, Kevin and I spent the weekend prepping his place for my move-in come September. Fortunately this weekend happened to correspond with a particular three day window that occurs the week before the Red Army invades, during which I become a PMS-fueled cleaning psychotic. […]
Off to hang the show. Hanging shows is not particularly fun, but there’s a kind of weird jigsaw puzzle satisfaction to it, mixed in with the raging insecurity and the neurosis over the tops not being level. Then I get the weekend mostly off, and damnit, I deserve it.