outer-jessie's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- alive, more or less *hack, wheeze, sniff* Hi! How was your holiday? Mine was very nice. Half a snow day on Wednesday given to the Dep and me by our very kind boss, with which we went and ate Vietnamese fare with portions of my famiglia. I spent the rest of the day preparing for Rob's birthday, picking up food items for his breakfast, escorting the Nielsen guy to my television set, and setting up the DVD player. We had a lovely Thanksgiving at his sister's, headed over to visit my grandfather and give him the leaf collages, then back to my other grandmother's to play with cousins. I didn't mean to be grumpy for Rob's birthday, but after all the preparation I did...I did not feel the appropriate amount of appreciation, I thought. I spent an hour and a half making crepes and smooshing mango for his smoothie, and I bought the silver Jordan almonds special to go with his blueberries... I don't know that any amount of appreciation would have been enough for me. *sigh* It's very hard for me to swallow my pride, people. We watched the Shining with a boon and a half of popcorn (flash forward to last night: Jessie forced to rock self into a calmed state while visions of chopped up little girls dance in her head), and spent the day (secretly) waiting for the damn cookies I ordered to arrive that afternoon to get there. (they didn't) So we dressed and went out to dinner at our cozy maroon restaurant -- far FAR too many children there, but our waitress looked like Alicia Keys so it was ok -- and ate large quantities of everything, plus spumoni. On Saturday we had an appointment to review tuxes. Tuxes tuxes tuxes. Happily, in one hour's time we had squared away a whole wedding party's worth of men's formal wear. Then we split for a half hour, me to K*B to get something for the boys at work, plus a silly little toy for Rob's stocking, and Rob to look for a Fur Real kitten. *shrug* Rob caught a cold this weekend, so on Sunday we made a To Cure What Ails You pizza with a heaping lotload of garlic, with healing tea, and vitamin C-y orange juice. I had that cold last week. I was over it in one day. I thought he was being over-dramatic. Now I have that cold again. I am miserable and sore-throaty and clogged from nostrils to sinuses. Fun! But I was pounding my chest last Monday, congratulating myself for being so healthy and strong and resilient. How the hell did I get this cold again already, goddammit? Let me tell you my theory. Hypothesis, for sticklers. It's the heat. The ninety-plus degree heat my landlady likes to maintain for the one-quarter of the day that she is home (while, naturally, keeping the house at a bracing 65 when she's not). Yes, we all like to be warm when it's cold out. Especially those of us who are bacteria and viruses (you know who you are). So while she's upstairs cuddled in her bed, not sweating, not panting, not begging for water...bacteria are dividing and viruses are replicating in the petri dish of my moist delicious throat canal. Damn her. Well, that is NOT to be the end of that. Not by a long shot. With a good hard (and long, and arduous) nose-blowing, an ever-enjoyable snort of the nasal spray, and a determined uplifted chin, I stood in my underwear and socks at my open front door and breathed in several chilling lungfuls of frosty, snowy air. Take THAT, cold virus. Then I slathered on the vapo-rub and curled back up in my cozy bed. Which is when the visions of chopped up little girls began. Ok, so long story now over and here's a short synopsis: I went to bed at eleven and fell asleep begrudgingly around one. And I'm still sick. But I'm getting better! I'm the healthiest girl in the whole universe! Remember: I caught you, you slow-poke disease. Let's see if you can catch me! And by that I mean, you can't, so don't try. I need more tea. So, what else? Ah yes, things to keep me up at night, besides chopped up children: gay people in Texas being charged for having sex in their own goddamn home. Corporate slavery (this was an argument between my father and me, recreated for my enjoyment in my head at 12:30 last night). Racism (also my father, also in my head, also for my enjoyment) (and by enjoyment I mean something quite sarcastically the opposite). Toss, turn; toss, turn. How can people be such idiots? Toss. How can they be so inhumane? Turn. What can we do, what can I do? Toss, turn, toss-turn. Well, thank goodness for small blessings. When I visited the ACLU webpage this morning, the gay Texan story was the first thing to greet me, and they're aware of it and backing the decision to re-evaluate the law. Ah, relief. I donated some more cash, just to play my little part in serving up the justice. My but that makes me feel better. Jessie: Card-Carrying Member of the ACLU Could've sworn I already was a card-carrying member of the ACLU, but I never did get my card, so... Status on the Christmas gift-giving experience: jolly. Plans this afternoon to work on grandmother's scrapbook. Status on moving: ehhh....put some things in a box. Planning to give Anna my as-yet-unloaded bookcase this weekend. Feeling of urgency for having this apartment empty in less than three weeks, not quite set in. Status on other important things: WHAT other important things? 10:16 a.m. - 2002-12-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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