Going on very little today. A bit of sleep, caffeine, food -- not enough of my usual intake. Conversations from the weekend swirling in my mind. I'm very uneasy this week.Yesterday, I devoted at least a couple of hours to the search for spam musubi. I was dogged in my pursuit, endlessly circling the block for parking but never giving up. It was a dumb effort, but I was satisfied with the pay-off.
At dinner, my sister said something to me about test scores. It reminded me that what's done is done. There is a score out there that at least counts for something.
I gave my dad a really tight hug before driving home.
At King's Head, I hollered and sang. My closer of the night, "Like A Virgin," was horribly warbled. I cannot mix song and drink.
I talked talked talked, last night and into early morning. We had baklava and tea, watched Madonna's new video, revisited old topics, opened up new ones, laughed a lot.
Anyway, I have wasted a lot of time feeling bad about all the time I've wasted. I've wasted a lot of time feeling bad about a lot of things. I don't know how one gets wired that way. Damned Chinese circuitry.
My cousin, she's brilliant.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 7:45 AM
3 Comments:
who's your cousin, is mary forrest your cousin?
Yes, Mary's my cousin.
karen karen i found your blog, this is esther. i have a xanga...username dieselgrrrrl. :)
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