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dragonlady7Well. Spent yesterday cooking, cleaning, and (to my shame) rereading the end bits of Return of the King, the parts where Aragorn comes to Minas Tirith, to see how Imrahil reacts to him. (We know how Denethor reacts to him: sets himself on fire. It's going to be all the rage at parties next year. Self-immolation is the new black.)
I am getting ready to go get on the bus to go sit in the airport for two hours before my shift begins. I hope it is a restful two hours. I hope it is a productive two hours. For some reason it feels different than all my other two hours of sitting around. Probably because it's starting a new routine. If I can make this work, then I can become a more productive writer while earning more at my day job, and life will be just ducky.
Meanwhile Apple has released its new Macbooks, the little ones, and Z wants one badly. We went to the mall last night to fondle and drool over one, and he wants it, and nearly impulse-purchased it.
I guess I'd rather he buy himself a new laptop than buy me jewelry, because I don't wear jewelry all that much. He is a good boy. I just wish I could take both the computers I have that are almost-good and trade them in for one single one that is, because I, too, covet the new MacBook, but cannot quite discard the almost-functional TWO other computers I have. I don't regret buying either one, I just wish that they took trade-ins like car dealerships. Because the iMac is not expandable enough and the iBook's freaking monitor doesn't freaking work. (I'm using it now. It's fabulous. I just squint a lot.)
I hate the awkward twenty-minuteish chunks of time I always end up with when I'm getting ready to go to work. It's not enough time for me to [do whatever it is I've been meaning to] but it's too long to sit around and do nothing. I don't dare surf the web, because that risks getting sucked in until I forget the time. I don't have time to embark upon any projects, or continue work on any in-progress ones. I should get in the habit of doing dishes or folding laundry or something, but everything I do carries the risk of getting sucked in and forgetting the time. Which is why I fritter away so many twenty-minute blocks of my days. Right now it is precisely twenty minutes until the bus passes the intersection near my house, but sometimes it is a tiny bit early, and I need to be out there about five minutes before, and sometimes it takes me an extra minute or two to cross the road, and... I always leave ten minutes early even though it only takes two to get there... etc., etc., etc. I wish I were a more organized person who used her time more effectively, but I am not.
I have not blogged in some time. (This is me killing time.) Items of note only to me, most likely, are that I went out for coffee Monday night with Z, and we went to the suburban outlet of Caffe Aroma. There was a dude wailing with a guitar, and I read Buffalo Spree and was amused, and the coffee was good. On the way out we paused by the window of a closed children's store and looked at the keen toys. Z objected to one pretend kitchen because it was painted in girly colors. "I'd play with that," he said. It was cool, with a fake microwave and a pretend oven and a little sink and some shelves. The more manly-colored one was very fakey. "That's not an oven," Z said. "You can't fool me. That's just a cupboard with knobs."
Last night I finally remembered to do the "monthly" drain treatment that Roto-Rooter left us. It has to be left to sit overnight, and I never think to do it except in the morning, so I haven't done it yet. But now I have. No difference, but hey, I feel industrious. Now remember: the sixteenth of the month. Will I remember? Unlikely.
I bought a curling iron in Watkins Glen. I tried it yesterday. Absolutely nothing happened. Obviously I am not doing this right. But how on earth does one curl one's hair with a curling iron if not by following the directions? I am bewildered. I should just return the thing-- I got it at a Wal-Mart. But I don't even know where Buffalo's Wal-Mart is.
I am getting ready to go get on the bus to go sit in the airport for two hours before my shift begins. I hope it is a restful two hours. I hope it is a productive two hours. For some reason it feels different than all my other two hours of sitting around. Probably because it's starting a new routine. If I can make this work, then I can become a more productive writer while earning more at my day job, and life will be just ducky.
Meanwhile Apple has released its new Macbooks, the little ones, and Z wants one badly. We went to the mall last night to fondle and drool over one, and he wants it, and nearly impulse-purchased it.
I guess I'd rather he buy himself a new laptop than buy me jewelry, because I don't wear jewelry all that much. He is a good boy. I just wish I could take both the computers I have that are almost-good and trade them in for one single one that is, because I, too, covet the new MacBook, but cannot quite discard the almost-functional TWO other computers I have. I don't regret buying either one, I just wish that they took trade-ins like car dealerships. Because the iMac is not expandable enough and the iBook's freaking monitor doesn't freaking work. (I'm using it now. It's fabulous. I just squint a lot.)
I hate the awkward twenty-minuteish chunks of time I always end up with when I'm getting ready to go to work. It's not enough time for me to [do whatever it is I've been meaning to] but it's too long to sit around and do nothing. I don't dare surf the web, because that risks getting sucked in until I forget the time. I don't have time to embark upon any projects, or continue work on any in-progress ones. I should get in the habit of doing dishes or folding laundry or something, but everything I do carries the risk of getting sucked in and forgetting the time. Which is why I fritter away so many twenty-minute blocks of my days. Right now it is precisely twenty minutes until the bus passes the intersection near my house, but sometimes it is a tiny bit early, and I need to be out there about five minutes before, and sometimes it takes me an extra minute or two to cross the road, and... I always leave ten minutes early even though it only takes two to get there... etc., etc., etc. I wish I were a more organized person who used her time more effectively, but I am not.
I have not blogged in some time. (This is me killing time.) Items of note only to me, most likely, are that I went out for coffee Monday night with Z, and we went to the suburban outlet of Caffe Aroma. There was a dude wailing with a guitar, and I read Buffalo Spree and was amused, and the coffee was good. On the way out we paused by the window of a closed children's store and looked at the keen toys. Z objected to one pretend kitchen because it was painted in girly colors. "I'd play with that," he said. It was cool, with a fake microwave and a pretend oven and a little sink and some shelves. The more manly-colored one was very fakey. "That's not an oven," Z said. "You can't fool me. That's just a cupboard with knobs."
Last night I finally remembered to do the "monthly" drain treatment that Roto-Rooter left us. It has to be left to sit overnight, and I never think to do it except in the morning, so I haven't done it yet. But now I have. No difference, but hey, I feel industrious. Now remember: the sixteenth of the month. Will I remember? Unlikely.
I bought a curling iron in Watkins Glen. I tried it yesterday. Absolutely nothing happened. Obviously I am not doing this right. But how on earth does one curl one's hair with a curling iron if not by following the directions? I am bewildered. I should just return the thing-- I got it at a Wal-Mart. But I don't even know where Buffalo's Wal-Mart is.
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Date: 2006-05-17 03:10 pm (UTC)Don't know what the directions may have said, but hair must start out damp and end up dry in order to curl. If it doesn't have a steamer, then you need to dampen each lock before winding it, and you may as well not waste your time if you remove the curler before it's dry.