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The world just keeps moving and doesn't wait for me to catch up. There's just so much going on, all the time. There's never enough time for anything. I don't have any hours at the Otis House in November at all, and my schedule is still filled up and double-booked. In Greensboro I was sad a lot because I never did anything and here I'm stressed because I'm always doing things. Sigh.
Anyway, I had a good time at Bey's on Friday night. It was really good to see everyone. Jorn had a good time too. Saturday I slept in a bit and then made the kitty litter cake for the party. Forgot to take any pictures of it, but it definitely looked like kitty litter and frightened several people out of eating it (even though I thoughtfully made a sign that said "This is Food. Yum!" and stuck it in the cake with toothpicks so people would know). But everyone who did try it liked it a lot, so that was good. Sarah B and Steve drove up from CT for the party and brought their friends Tony and Dan. I'll talk more about the party when I get pictures from someone. (Dann, did you make me a cd??)
Sunday, Sarah B miraculously wasn't hung over, so we went out for breakfast to Johnny's. I didn't know Johnny's had closed! B was a sad girl, but we went across the street to the crepe place for food instead. It was a slightly bad experience because 1) they were really busy and crowded, 2) their register was on the fritz, and 3) these things were totally stressing out the guy who worked there and he was being a dick to everyone. He just wasn't handling it well and was being rude to customers and even to the guy cooking the crepes (though he did apologize later and tell the guy what a good job he was doing). We wouldn'tve been near as mad about the slowness of the place--things happen, especially at little restaurants, and people understand that--if this guy hadn't been such a jerk about it. But when we did finally get our crepes, they were excellent. Except for Jorn's strawberries-and-nutella, which was apparently better at Mr. Crepe, but until they reopen there's nothing we can do about that. Then we all wandered around Harvard Square a bit--Tony had never been to Boston before--and walked down by the river, before stopping at the 1369 for coffee on the way back to my place.
After they left, I thought I would have some time before we were due to go over to Amy & Tom's to give out candy to trick or treaters. My car was parked in, so I called Dylan to see when he would be home. It turned out he wasn't going to be home until almost two hours *after* we were supposed to be at Amy's. I probably should have planned better, but we were so busy on Saturday night I didn't even think of it. I got kind of mad at Dylan (sorry), and then being upset about having to take the bus (ie, adding an extra 20-30 minutes to the trip and making it so we had to lug our stuff all over instead of just putting it in the backseat) made me upset about other stuff. I flipped out at Jorn too and got into a really weird place. It wasn't fun. Lately I've been feeling like a stick figure fighting against this tidal wave of chaos and making no progress. I have all these time commitments which make me too busy to (for example) clean my room, so I can't stand to be in my room, and then it gets worse. And because I don't have time to do the big projects like room cleaning I won't give myself time to do things like relax, because this other stuff has to get done first, and then I feel like I have to schedule time to relax in and that's just too stressful. Like there's a wall that's holding together my brain or some semblance of organization or something, and it's crumbling all over the place and I'm picking up the bricks as fast as I can but it's falling apart way too fast for me to fix it. And I got so much done last week with the car and the teeth and all but all of a sudden it felt like nothing got done and nothing will ever get done and no progress will ever be made no matter how much I run around and I'll never read a book for fun again, because all the books that I want to read are piling up and reading them feels like a chore instead of something I want to do. Let alone ever write a poem again. I haven't even finished reading last month's Jane, and this month's is still in the plastic. There's never enough time. So I got freaked out yesterday, and it's still not quite over but I feel better about it. Though my impending dental work (1.5 hours away) is just not helping the ish.
So that was my weekend. I better run some things over to the Kipster so he has them before I pay money to get my head drilled open. Do I ever stop whining? Lordy.
Anyway, I had a good time at Bey's on Friday night. It was really good to see everyone. Jorn had a good time too. Saturday I slept in a bit and then made the kitty litter cake for the party. Forgot to take any pictures of it, but it definitely looked like kitty litter and frightened several people out of eating it (even though I thoughtfully made a sign that said "This is Food. Yum!" and stuck it in the cake with toothpicks so people would know). But everyone who did try it liked it a lot, so that was good. Sarah B and Steve drove up from CT for the party and brought their friends Tony and Dan. I'll talk more about the party when I get pictures from someone. (Dann, did you make me a cd??)
Sunday, Sarah B miraculously wasn't hung over, so we went out for breakfast to Johnny's. I didn't know Johnny's had closed! B was a sad girl, but we went across the street to the crepe place for food instead. It was a slightly bad experience because 1) they were really busy and crowded, 2) their register was on the fritz, and 3) these things were totally stressing out the guy who worked there and he was being a dick to everyone. He just wasn't handling it well and was being rude to customers and even to the guy cooking the crepes (though he did apologize later and tell the guy what a good job he was doing). We wouldn'tve been near as mad about the slowness of the place--things happen, especially at little restaurants, and people understand that--if this guy hadn't been such a jerk about it. But when we did finally get our crepes, they were excellent. Except for Jorn's strawberries-and-nutella, which was apparently better at Mr. Crepe, but until they reopen there's nothing we can do about that. Then we all wandered around Harvard Square a bit--Tony had never been to Boston before--and walked down by the river, before stopping at the 1369 for coffee on the way back to my place.
After they left, I thought I would have some time before we were due to go over to Amy & Tom's to give out candy to trick or treaters. My car was parked in, so I called Dylan to see when he would be home. It turned out he wasn't going to be home until almost two hours *after* we were supposed to be at Amy's. I probably should have planned better, but we were so busy on Saturday night I didn't even think of it. I got kind of mad at Dylan (sorry), and then being upset about having to take the bus (ie, adding an extra 20-30 minutes to the trip and making it so we had to lug our stuff all over instead of just putting it in the backseat) made me upset about other stuff. I flipped out at Jorn too and got into a really weird place. It wasn't fun. Lately I've been feeling like a stick figure fighting against this tidal wave of chaos and making no progress. I have all these time commitments which make me too busy to (for example) clean my room, so I can't stand to be in my room, and then it gets worse. And because I don't have time to do the big projects like room cleaning I won't give myself time to do things like relax, because this other stuff has to get done first, and then I feel like I have to schedule time to relax in and that's just too stressful. Like there's a wall that's holding together my brain or some semblance of organization or something, and it's crumbling all over the place and I'm picking up the bricks as fast as I can but it's falling apart way too fast for me to fix it. And I got so much done last week with the car and the teeth and all but all of a sudden it felt like nothing got done and nothing will ever get done and no progress will ever be made no matter how much I run around and I'll never read a book for fun again, because all the books that I want to read are piling up and reading them feels like a chore instead of something I want to do. Let alone ever write a poem again. I haven't even finished reading last month's Jane, and this month's is still in the plastic. There's never enough time. So I got freaked out yesterday, and it's still not quite over but I feel better about it. Though my impending dental work (1.5 hours away) is just not helping the ish.
So that was my weekend. I better run some things over to the Kipster so he has them before I pay money to get my head drilled open. Do I ever stop whining? Lordy.
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