It is raining steadily. I got to sleep around 2:30 or 3:00 in the morning, which necessitated staying in bed until 10:30. Ugh.

I left the television on until the middle of the night, tuned to a radio station, which is one cool feature of comcast cable. I listened to BBC World News as I drifted in and out of sleep, soothed by those refined British accents. The cats lay at the foot of the bed and I sprawled my body into Brian's side. I think they notice his absence. Of course they do, they're not dumb.

Today's goals include: taking things to the cleaners, visiting library, putting gas in the car. I was going to visit Seattle today, but my back is sore and it's rainy and bleaaaahhh. I'm a baby.

I should also do some stretching. My body is sore from the poor sleeping, I think.

SO MUCH COMPLAINING. Sorry.

Tags: wah

Today I got my period and then later on I had a long cry. I have a good husband.

Except,

Do you think the five-year anniversary of our first date should be commemorated? I do, he don't. He says he'd rather celebrate the wedding anniversaries instead.

Five years though! It's a big deal to me, I dunno. Maybe I am overdoing it.

I am emotional today though.

Tags: wah

We are waiting for UPS. Then we go downtown. I am feeling isolated, tending toward wearing slippers all day. So I think on our coffee trip I will go ahead and wear my superhot shoes.

I am also getting sort of bored and lonely. That feeling can rapidly get worse, I am sensing.

The procrastination w/ regard to the book is reaching epic levels, which may explain why the house is so clean. At least I'm not watching TV.

Tags: wah

Brian is flying down to SF in two weeks, for six days. I am going to be all sad and lonely. Or I might be? I have never lived alone before. The only thing I can compare it to is when I lived with a roommate and she went on a long vacation. I just hope I will sleep okay. I doubt I will be able to convince any of my local friends to keep me company, as I am out in the sticks.

Tags: wah

I am bored, no work to do, I am a lame duck.
WX is crippled by DNS issues.
I am a bit stuck on the chapter I've been writing and may need to put it aside and back track to the hard work I need to be doing with earlier parts.
I'm having a pretty good hair day.
Wearing: black sneakers, new bootcut jeans, black & gray striped t-shirt.
Listening to: Elliott Smith and Feist and the Breeders
I should be making that to-do list for tonight.
If I forget to buy canned cat food again I will feel very guilty.
Paying rent and giving 45-days notice tonight, oh boy.
We will probably have to paint over the beautiful colors we put on the walls of our horrible apartment. One coat of landlord white.
Back hurts, I need to take a walk outside.
I feel bouncy, bored, etc
Someone chat me up.

Tags: wah

I dreamed that I was acting as the casting consultant for the film adaptation of my novel. I watched someone's audition and looked down at the script. The director asked me what I thought, was the actor right for the part? I don't remember what I said, or much else.

I would gripe about how our landlady just raised our rent for the third consecutive year without making a single improvement to our unit -- while also buying herself a new and modern kitchen -- but it would just anger me again and we are leaving soon enough anyway. So.

It's always so cold in San Francisco. We don't get seasons here.

Tags: book, dreams, wah

This is going to sound like a dumb question to some of you, but I need advice on breaking in my new shoes. I got these cute flats which I know will be comfy after a while, but I think the problem is not the shoes, it's my feet. I baby my feet. I usually wear comfy sneakers or loafers, and socks. I don't walk around barefoot. Therefore the skin on my feet is highly susceptible to blisters. It sucks. Should I just tough it out and push through the pain until I have some good healthy calluses on my heels and toesies? Why is it that every other woman I know can wear strappy shoes and cute flats without crying?

I need to break in my feet.

Am I the only girl with this problem?

FEH.

In other news, SF is buried under a vast sea of fog and I am making taco salad for dinner.

Tags: wah

When chopping up an onion, make sure you are wearing your contact lenses, otherwise your eyeballs will really sting.

Signed,
I decided to wear glasses today

Tags: wah

I had kind of a crappy day. Work was crazy and I had to deal with endless errors and oversights on the part of certain people in other groups with whom I work directly. I didn't have much energy and while I wanted to go outside, I felt like if I did I would just wander around until I bought some junk food. So I just went to the post office and mailed something and came straight back to work. I had green tea in the afternoon and blazed through an easy crossword.

Fortunately Brian picked me up around 5:00 and took me home. I hopped straight into the shower and washed my hair, shaved my legs (tmi), and used this rad Lush moisturizing bar. Felt better after that, and now I am supposed to be writing. Husband is making me dinner. Cats are talkative as usual. Other than that the apartment is blessedly quiet, which is always the case when bitch landlady isn't home. Ahhhhhhhhhh.

Hopefully I will sleep well tonight.

Tags: wah

Yesterday I went to Giants Fanfest. It was free, as always, but this time was at the ballpark. Last year it was in a large warehouse across the cove.

They should move it back to the warehouse.

You see, concourse areas at ballparks are very narrow. And normally, thousands of people aren't moving around in there at the same time -- usually people are in their seats. Only after the game is over does everyone cram into the halls and stairs all at once. And then, it is bearable because everyone is moving toward the same place: the exit.

But yesterday, thousands of people were expected to shove through these passageways, passing booths and concessions and photo areas and little amusements for kids, etc. It was incredibly uncomfortable and packed and awful. I managed to get through to the seating areas, where I looked out on a large field of dirt. The diamond and outfield weren't sod at all. Looked like a construction site.

Upstairs there were autograph tables. I traveled up there and was faced with an even TIGHTER space to navigate through, and many many lines that were a hundred people deep. Awful. I don't care much about autographs of any kind. So I left.

Before I left, I bought a couple of Barry Zito t-shirts. One for me and one for my friend Whitney, who lives in New York but has always been a fan of his. I texted her to let her know I got her the shirt, she texted back that she was snowboarding at the Sundance Film Festival. But of course!

Okay, cut to this morning. Whitney tells me, "I hugged Barry Zito."

I'm like, wtf? How? He was just at fanfest!

But Barry Zito is a jet setter, a rock star. He flew directly to Park City from his signing gig here in SF, met Whit at a party there, and gave her a drunken embrace. She managed to tell him that I had just been at fanfest hours before, buying her a tshirt, but he may have been too trashed to absorb this imprortant info.

I'm stoked for her though. She's loved him even longer than I have.

Tags: baseball, wah