how is it that i can be this tired, when i’ve done so very little today? I did pick up my new massage name plaque, which reads “grace smith, massage therapist,” and it’s going to be affixed to the great big sign with the names of the other people i work with, and i was quite happy about that. now, when people come to get a massage, they’ll be able to find me. because if you have to search around for the massage therapist, that might be stressful, and the massage is supposed to be about relieving stress, not adding to it.
it was much warmer than 47 today. i kept seeing temperature signs (i guess that was earlier in the day) that said it was 47, and that’s what they’d predicted. i kept running around to different stores, though, wearing my big green winter coat, and i couldn’t figure out why i was so darn hot every time i got back in the car. i figured that the coat is just extra-warm.
but tonight dad told me that it was 59 today! and i didn’t even appreciate it because i didn’t take the time to figure out that it was actually WARM OUTSIDE, it wasn’t just that i was wearing my big winter coat.
i’m afraid that this type of behavior is going to give me a bad reputation. I am NOT spacey, i was just very very focused on my pursuits, that’s all.
it’s quite quiet here at amy and jim’s. the dogs sounded like they were having a huge huge dog battle, but i believe they must have finally worn themselves out. i worry that the one very huge fat cat ate all the kitty food, and the smaller, thinner kitties will go hungry, but on the other hand, none of them looks like they’re starving. only the fish swim around with their pathetic little fish mouths gasping for a stray fish flake, but i know they are just being piggy fishes. The fish food they haver here smells really, really bad, so it must be very high-quality and expensive.
jim has three kinds of ice cream here. starbuck’s mocha chip, breyer’s cookies-n-cream, and peanut butter chocolate something. i like the peanut butter chocolate the best. jim is all about the pure ice cream without lots of added things (like maybe guar gum?), so he seems to lean heavily towards breyer’s, but i think it’s a little bit lackluster and always prefer ben-n-jerry’s. but jim did say i could eat ALL the ice cream if i wanted. actually, i believe he said PLEASE eat all the ice cream.
i won’t, of course, but it was very nice and generous of him to tell me to go ahead and eat it all. because he’s a very fine brother-in-law.
plus he said i could eat whatever i wanted to in the fridge, but there are just a few too many soy products in there for my taste. i like soy milk quite a bit, although i used to hate it, and i don’t know what happened to change my mind, but i did. but then there’s also sliced “tofurkey,” a soy turkey product, and some soy deli-beef-like slices, and some soy hot dogs and riblets and…and…
how is it that everything is made of soy? i mean, really, soon you’ll go to the grocery store, and everything will be soy, formed into whatever shape of whatever thing you might want to buy. soy lettuce. soy grapefruit. soy filet mignon (I BET THEY ALREADY HAVE SOY FILET MIGNON SOMEPLACE. WRAPPED IN SOY BACON). soy reese’s peanut butter cups.
and then, of course, they’ll run out of the soy, and it will really be SOYLENT GREEN…and then, the horror, somebody will find out that SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE! SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE! how many of you have seen that movie? i always thought i’d seen it, but i hadn’t, and then i saw it not that long ago, and it’s pretty campy and over-the-top dramatic in a very 70’s way. i recommend it. and then you’ll see where our society is headed, and we can make up some focus groups to solve all the looming problems that are leading us towards SOYLENT GREEN.
gee, i feel that i’ve forgotten what i was going to write about here.
no matter. maybe i’ll continue when/if i wake up at 4:30 in the morning. i did nap today, for about 20 minutes, plus i didn’t exercise at all in order to repair my overworked muscles. so this is a troubling combination, and i’m pretty sure i’ll be up (along with most of the rest of the insomniac population) at some point in the middle of the night.
ok then, good night,
soyful grace