Monday
Job interview in the morning. Worked during day. Talked to Ashley on the phone, who sent me a very nice card for no reason at all. At bellydance class that night, my teacher said she was “taking it to a crazy place.” She did, boy. Travelling mayas with a shimmy on top, can you imagine? My belly is still sore from the craziness. I still have giant crush on her. She can really work a coin belt.
Also, did laundry.
Tuesday
My early day at work, boo! Worked during day; had chili mac for lunch. Went to travel agent on the Ave after work to check out France tickets and then to the gym for the first time in week. Tried out the rowing machine; totally hated it. Gym played “Come On Eileen.” When I got home my first Netflix movies had arrived and I was stupidly excited about it. Seriously, I bought a tiny orange DVD player like, two weeks ago. I was slumming it in the VHS ghetto previously. Anyway, not only did I receive three movies in the mail, like magic! I also received two pairs of black leather knee high boots. One in 9 ? and one in 10. I have large feet. One time I went out with the very stylish Mrs. Roboto and we went to a very chichi shoe boutique and looked all around at shoes that would fit my Gigantor feet and her eetsy beetsy weetsy size 5s. No dice. It would seem you lose equally, cute shoe wise, with the small as well as with the large.
Anyway, the boots are very nice and I like them very much but I can’t decide whether to keep them or not. The 9 ? s fit my feet pretty well but the high part, you know, the boot part, is ever so slightly snug on my calves. The wee-ist bit tight. With the 10s, the calf feels fine but the shoe part, the part that goes on my foot, feels large and ungainly and not a little boat-like. So, which part of my leg should win, the foot or the calf? I don’t know. So there’s that, and then there’s this part of me that thinks that I can’t wear knee-high boots all year round and that they might not be as versatile as a nice pair of sport clogs, just in case you were wondering if I really do live in the Pacific Northwest. And then I am also not sure about wearing knee high boots under pants as well, like, won’t it get too hot? I got them to wear with sassy knee high skirts but now I just don’t know. Clearly, I am all in a tizzy about this whole boot situation and I have yet to decide what to do about it.
The good thing was that the boots came in a GIGANTIC cardboard box that I set up in the living room as a sort of a dollhouse for the cats before I settled in with my DVD. They liked it okay.
Wednesday
Got up at a slightly more reasonable time. Worked during the day. After work I went for an eye exam with my beloved Dr. Woo, she who convinced me to get the spy glasses after about an hour and a half of my dithering about. I’ve been having headaches lately when I wear my glasses and so she did a bunch of tests to see if I needed a new prescription or if I was a dork who doesn’t know that you’re not supposed to wear nearsighted glasses when you sit at the computer. (It was the latter diagnosis.) She did the eye puff thing and the dilate-eye thing and in between her doing all the tests we had a nice time talking about various places we’d like to go for vacation. I love Dr. Woo. Any eye doctor who wears an Afro wig for Halloween is my kind of eye doctor.
While I was waiting for my eyes to dilate a very cool hipster mom came in with her cool hipster 2 year old kid. He was all decked out in a black Ramones tee shirt over a army gree long-sleeve tee shirt and he had a little black skullcap. The mom was telling Dr. Woo that it was going to be little Sebastian’s birthday soon (he was turning three) and then she went “Isn’t that right, Sebastian? What do you want for your birthday?” And this kid looked up and smiled and said “A black guitar!”
While I was dying laughing, the mom said very seriously that they didn’t think he was ready for a guitar yet and that he was getting, instead, a drum set for his birthday. “What color do you want your drums, Sebastian?” she asked. “Black!” he said. This was a very very cool kid, and of course an even cooler mom. It was so great.
Wednesday night I was going to watch another DVD but instead I read books about France. Ziggy the cat slept on the bed with me.
Thursday
I got up sort of late in the morning and was chagrined to find a layer of ice on my car when I finally made it out the door. Worked during the day. BOUGHT MY PLANE TICKETS FOR MY TRIP. I’m so excited. It’s so expensive, but I don’t even care very much. Tickets!
Waited for hour for bus and was very tempted to just go home and eat mac and cheese for dinner, but instead I went and did twenty minutes of cardio and then went home and ate mac and cheese. Okay, eighteen minutes. That’s something, right? I was still really sore from Monday’s Taking It To A Crazy Place and also from my over-enthusiastic workout on Tuesday. What’s the point of working out at all if you’re going to feel guilty regardless, I ask you.
Talked to Carl on the phone for a while…he’s in DC for a month, did I mention? Thought about watching one of my Netflix movies but I read until bedtime instead. Tomorrow, I promise. Noticed that my laundry from Monday was still not put away. Did the dishes and felt virtuous. Took a shower and felt less virtuous as a result of the state of the bathroom. Thought about replacing the PowerPuff Girls shower curtain.
Friday
Woke up late. Giving blood this afternoon. Have nothing going on this weekend as of this moment, but still living in hope that something interesting will come up. Actually, at this point I would just settle for a non-rainy and gray day, but if a hot tub full of strippers comes my way, I’m not going to say no, you know? Any strippers out there, call me!