P for Party
July 27
5:30 p.m.
Saturday!
Mmm. I like Saturdays.
But first, Friday: I ran around much of the day, driving my boss to and fro and to again. He treated me to a wonderful lunch of dim sum, and we talked about up-and-coming new writers, and my writing, and it was nice. I realized, again, that I'm a fool for not shopping at the Chinese grocery store -- meat and produce is *so* much cheaper there, it's the same prices you would get in Chinatown, without the hassle of going over the bridge into the City.
Then home, where I read a bit, and hung out with Heather. She watched this appallingly bad "lesbian coming-of-age" movie; it was like an afterschool special. Awful, horrid dialogue, lots of treacle, bleah. I watched about 15 minutes of it, and could bear no more, so I came upstairs to do something productive, like play Diablo II. I joined Heather later for a lovely long frolic, which is another nice thing about not having to go to bed early in order to wake up early in order to go to work...
I woke up this morning around 10:30 and stumbled around; it's been very difficult for me to get up for the past couple of days. Genuinely difficult to walk, listing to one side, being disoriented. It sucks. Doesn't seem related to my recent kinesthetic difficulties (did I mention those? for a couple of days I pretty much lost hand-eye coordination, and also had a tendency to stumble into people, as if I could no longer sense where my own body began and ended... I've read enough about neurological disorders to find this quite disturbing...), since those have cleared up. Anyway, it passed. Heather and I went to the gym, where I stretched and did abdominal type things. Then to Au Coquelet, where I wrote about 1800 good words on Rangergirl (and the end really is in sight. I could count the number of scenes left, if I put my mind to it, and though it would be in double digits, it wouldn't be high double digits) and hung out with Heather. Now I'm home, and soon I'll go to a party, and all will be well...
Later
The party was lovely. We went early to spend some non-party time with Susan, who plied us with ginger-beer-and-dark-rum concoctions. Mmm. We had lots of good talk. Susan's guests began to arrive, including some old friends of mine, strangers, vague acquaintances, and people I'd heard talked about, but never met. (Jed was there, and I met Jen, of om mani padme hum fame, and I think that's it for people whose webpages I know.) A good time was had by me (and, as far as I know, all). Heather & I left around 11:30, which seems lame, but we got there around 6:30, so it's not as lame as you think, you see?
I borrowed V for Vendetta from Susan, and read it after I got home. Pretty fascinating. It's not my new favorite work by Alan Moore or anything, but I'm glad I had the chance to read it.
And that's it. 3 a.m. Time for bed.
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