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Jan. 26th, 2003 02:31 pmI found my phone. It was hiding in the coffee table.
Still very grey and chilly. Melynda's at work, Gene's shut up in room only sometimes making sounds, and I'm perched on the couch as usual. Two servings of cherry yogurt and a soda. Gods above, I hope I get this job. Being broke is not something I want to deal with at all.
Two disasterous rounds of cards last night. Poor Rachel was stressed out by them. For a time, we sat with James and howled over the pain that is grading AP US History essays written by bratty 11th grade kids. A couple were good, but some were so awful. Like the kid who thought Charles Darwin invented Social Darwinism.
Steve was working again last night, and I loaned him my copy of Bowie's Outside because he was missing one track on his mp3 collection. He played some wonderous stuff, old New Order and INXS, and other assorted bits of eighties goodness. Much caffiene and joy. I wanted to dance so terribly last night, which doesn't happen often since I barely know how to dance and usually feel like a fool.
The other night I was thinking of some silly old Ozzy song, and then I heard in GTA Vice City, which Melynda plays while Gene and I watch. Everyone laughs and makes snarky comments and we are happy for a little while, shut off in a bubble from anything real. A temporary kind of peace. It makes me want to curl my hands and lay on the floor and it's a weird impulse that I can't explain.
I wait and I can't stand the waiting.
Still very grey and chilly. Melynda's at work, Gene's shut up in room only sometimes making sounds, and I'm perched on the couch as usual. Two servings of cherry yogurt and a soda. Gods above, I hope I get this job. Being broke is not something I want to deal with at all.
Two disasterous rounds of cards last night. Poor Rachel was stressed out by them. For a time, we sat with James and howled over the pain that is grading AP US History essays written by bratty 11th grade kids. A couple were good, but some were so awful. Like the kid who thought Charles Darwin invented Social Darwinism.
Steve was working again last night, and I loaned him my copy of Bowie's Outside because he was missing one track on his mp3 collection. He played some wonderous stuff, old New Order and INXS, and other assorted bits of eighties goodness. Much caffiene and joy. I wanted to dance so terribly last night, which doesn't happen often since I barely know how to dance and usually feel like a fool.
The other night I was thinking of some silly old Ozzy song, and then I heard in GTA Vice City, which Melynda plays while Gene and I watch. Everyone laughs and makes snarky comments and we are happy for a little while, shut off in a bubble from anything real. A temporary kind of peace. It makes me want to curl my hands and lay on the floor and it's a weird impulse that I can't explain.
I wait and I can't stand the waiting.