I had a hot date tonight... with my law books. I've thought many times in the last couple of days of amusing things to ramble about on here, but somehow my date of every night would swallow up those coveted moments. It's just as well. If I were to faithfully recount my most recent human interactions, they would be limited to a conversation about a double boiler and another about cat food.This self-inflicted alienation has had adverse effects. I am in hopeless, intolerable need of maintenance. I want a facial so badly, I feel like when I go out into the world, people look at me like I am the Mask. Or Son of the Mask -- that's more relevant. And tonight, I suffered a minor panic attack that sort of left me shriveled up on my bedroom floor, with Tracy and Emily uneasily asking what they could do to help. It passed -- as all things do.
It's an unhealthy state of affairs, this bar-taking thing. It's just a hard phase in what is otherwise a great life. This, I know. A great life that still presented me with a few unexpected surprises on this day, and between the nervousness, nausea, and weariness, I smiled a great deal.
Happy Valentine's Day.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 11:59 PM
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