i’ve been having computer issues, that’s why i haven’t written in a couple of days. it feels like forever since i last wrote. many many things have been happening.
the most significant is that it got SO COLD this evening that i’ve decided to just stay inside till april. enough is enough.
lots of clothing issues today. i’ve been thinking about wearing my tiger pants (YOUR tiger pants? said amy, when i called them that. they’re AMY’S tiger pants, really, but it’s not like she has an excuse for wearing them anytime soon) for the show on new year’s eve. but i can’t wear the black top i wore before, because i’m going to be standing in front of a black curtain, so i’d look kind of invisible.
so today mom went to the mall with me to look for a good top. first of all, we had lunch, and i had the tiger pants in a plastic bag in my purse, and when we went to the first store, i was going to take the tiger pants out to look at the color next to a top, and THE PANTS WERE GONE. we went back to the food court and i looked in the trash and THERE THEY WERE. luckily nobody had poured any coke or anything over them. whew.
so then i tried on many, many tops. pink ones and a few orange ones and i didn’t even try on most of them because they didn’t look right. after a while, though, we found something that we thought looked good. and then we took it over to amy’s.
she hated it.
we were bitterly disappointed.
i went to randy’s tonight after class to get his opinion. he didn’t hate the top, but he hated it with the pants.
very discouraging.
so i’m re-thinking my outfit for the show. maybe i’ll wear a dress i have, or maybe i’ll buy a new one. the thought of searching for a top that matches the tiger pants that ISN’T black is a little bit daunting.
on other fronts…hmm. are there any other fronts worth mentioning at this time? we had to read chekov’s “uncle vanya” for class, and i HATED it. i thought it was incredibly, incredibly depressing. and this is for the COMEDY class. oh boy. also, the professor tonight was talking about how chekov is a MASTER of his craft of writing plays, how the plays are FABULOUS, the characters are incredibly well-drawn, etc.
i just didn’t feel like that.
erica brought two mini reese’s peanut butter cups to me in class. this was definitely the high point of my day.
i went running this morning. it wasn’t so cold then. i don’t think i’m going to run tomorrow morning.
i had a lot to say last night, but i couldn’t get on the computer at all, and now i can’t remember what i wanted to say. i’m sure it was very, very important. not really, but i’m sure i’ll remember what it was at 4 a.m. i’ve been waking up again at four a.m., staying awake for about an hour or two. when i was sick, this didn’t happen.
it does feel good not to be sick anymore. having energy to do my job and all.
there, that’s one good thing for monday. an otherwise bitter and bitterly cold monday.
ok already, it’s way past my bedtime, and i just want to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to P. (Percival) over there across the ocean.
november but very soon to be december grace.