Wednesday, April 30, 2008

post script:

i'm starting to burn out at work...even though we just got a 95 on our health inspection...blah.... if only i could take off another month or two to remind myself of how much i do appreciate structured activity (and a steady income).
so it's 1:45pm, and I've basically done nothing so far today. I have a meeting at the Cool Springs B&C at 3:30, and then I'm going to Belle Meade to close. so it's a short day -- maybe six or seven hours (as opposed to 10). that would be great if the shifts I'm working were the other way around (morning instead of afternoon/night)...oh well.

I'm drinking some coffee to try to get my ass rolling. feeling pretty groggy so far. I think that comes from spending hours in bed. which I've done today.

whenever I feel emotions that are out of the ordinary, I attribute them to hormones. that being said, I miss Matt.

also, I had two really weird dreams this morning. I dreamed that I cheated on Matt with Dave, and also something about genuinely sobbing about Sarah. the weirdness. I have no idea....

Thursday, April 17, 2008

the pollen makes my nose run

or something. Yesterday I couldn't breath out of my left nostril at all, and my nasal cavities felt like they were on fire. My throat hurt, too. So I feel like I have a minor head cold -- manageable, right? It's just a cold. But on top of that, I woke up at 9:45ish to my phone ringing. It was work. Why am I on call? Anyway, I worked from 10:30 am to 10:00 pm yesterday. That's not SO bad. I mean, I've done it before. But the icing on the cake is the fact that I'm about to start my period and am horribly, awfully hormonal right now. I felt like crying all day yesterday. The silliest things would put me over the edge, like the customers who demanded free food (at least three of them yesterday), or Matt being asleep when I got home.

But...I think today will be better. I'm off and I'm not feeling as sick as yesterday. My nose is still clogged, but it doesn't feel bad otherwise. My throat isn't sore anymore. I'm not going to get called into work early (or at all).

I think that I might go buy a bunch of flowers for all my empty terra cotta pots. I do enjoy flowers. They make me happy.

I missing having friends sometimes. Too bad the cats can't talk....

Monday, April 14, 2008

I sure am horrible at blogging lately -- my apologies.

It's Monday morning, 10am. I'm lying in bed, having recently woken up. Have to work at 1:30 and I'm NOT going in early. I'm supposed to work 50 hours/week since I'm on salary now, so I've been trying to get close to 10 hours in every day since I've been scheduling myself two days off...but this week I only get one.

Matt and I were both off yesterday, and it was great. We had breakfast at Waffle House, then he took me to Target so that I could buy some new clothes. Because I enjoy buying new clothes. I ended up also buying new sheets (they're green and floral and pretty!) and a shower curtain. Didn't need the sheets. Did need the shower curtain.

...Afterwards, he wanted to stay home and watch sports. I find sports (unless it's football or the Lady Vols playing basketball) rather boring and pointless, so I went to Cafe Coco to try to read one of the books I had just purchased at McKay's. (Got a Norton Critical Edition (NCE) of Faust for only $3 -- what a find! I also bought the NCE of the Sound and the Fury because I thought/think it'd be easier to read than the edition I already had of it. And I want to read that book at some point in my life because 1) I love Faulkner, 2) I love Southern lit, 3) the book's supposed to be great.)

Anyway. Didn't spend much time at the coffee shop because it was rather cold. I did run into Sarah Hailey, an old acquaintance from back when I went to RUF at Belmont. I run into her every few months and we sit down and catch up usually. Every time I see her, I think I need to hang out with her. I want to get to know her better. And I usually even say that. But it hasn't happened. We'll see. Maybe I'll try calling her sometime this week.

I need to get out of bed. Maybe take a shower and make something for breakfast....

What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)

Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.