Life is like a B-movie. You don't want to leave in the middle of it, but you don't want to see it again. Ted Turner
28 February 2003, 2:27 peeyem
Ye gods.
I have just had to dismantle Susan's zip drive because it won't give a zip back, nor would it read on the screen so that all the stuff on it could be emailed to me. The world would be a better place if everything were built the way those damn things are. It has taken me nearly an hour to get it apart, and it took 2 screwdrives, needlenose pliers, and a nail file, along with brute strength. I am worn slap out from it. For a second there I thought I was going to lose an eye.
Having been through these gyrations, I now wonder if I'm going to be able to read the disk in another drive. I'm damn sure going to have to go buy her a replacement for the one that's now in pieces around me.
I had my hair cut today and there's a little tiny piece of hair or something in my eye and it's driving me up a wall.
The blue blender, by the way, has to go back because royal blue reminds me of my prom and it's just too painful to be reminded of every day of my life. Put it in a cabinet, you say, but I say if a blender costs that much, it needs to be out on the counter where I can see it every single time I walk into the kitchen so that I can be reminded of my folly.
Back to the datamines.
27 February 2003, 2:45 peeyem
Before I forget, check this out.
I was out yesterday, owing to my excessive ill health. I should have stayed out Monday and Tuesday, but there was so much to do. At any rate, the rest seems to have helped. Sometimes you just need to lie down and be quiet. Conventional wisdom says that when you are already full of phlegm, you should avoid milk products, but my throat was so very sore that ice cream seemed to be the only answer.
It is gray, gray, gray here in Atlanta. And damp. Not raining, just damp.
Tomorrow I am getting my hair cut, and not a moment too soon.
My sister, who doesn't like my glasses, sent me a very funny book. She's a very funny girl, and not for the faint of heart or weak of mind.
Tomorrow night I am taking back the blue blender and getting the stainless steel one. I am a weak woman.
24 February 2003, 3:37 peeyem
Hack. Cough. Snort. I have a cold and I am sheer delight with it all.
I took Friday off to go play with my friend Michael. We made dinner for Selena, and it was a death-defying stunt. My little friend Riley is so cute and funny that I could eat him up with a spoon. Chris and Valerie came and they brought Caitlin, who I only just met. She looks like her grandma Nancy.
I feel that there might be more to say, but I'm not getting enough oxygen to my brain so I can't remember what it all is.
20 February 2003, 1:50 peeyem
I'm so hip it hurts...
This is the first time in aeons that I've bought new glasses. I hate picking glasses. There always seems to be a limited selection and the people at the mall will tell you anything looks good, so I never trust them. I got both of these pairs at Planet Eyewear (on Peachtree, in the shopping center where the Krispy Kreme is), and Drew and Lee Anne were mightily helpful. And they gave me a great deal on the thinnest lenses possible, which, if you have the vision I do, is frightfully important. If you need glasses, you should go there. They're great and they have, conservatively, 2000 frames from around the world.
18 February 2003, 4:38 peeyem
My eyes are tired and my hair looks funny.
The CDC was evacuated today, but it was a false alarm, something caused by the construction work. It's a scary moment, though, when you think someone you know might be there, being shoved down the stairs, clutching a mask to her face.
In these times, those of us with vivid imaginations suffer too much, I think.
Why do people keep a box of kleenex on the back of the toilet? If you can make it all the way to the lavatory, why wouldn't you just blow your nose on a piece of toilet paper? I don't even have any kleenex at my house.
18 February 2003, 10:57 ayem
17 February 2003, 4:42 peeyem
It's that kind of cold that seeps into your bones and won't dry out.
17 February 2003, 11:59 ayem
So I made it through Valentine's Day again.
Trace and I went up to Highlands this weekend. It was gray and rainy, which was an excellent reason for me to take two long naps and read a trashy novel. I needed the rest.
Sunday evening was stellar for different reasons. Maybe one day I'll tell you why.
13 February 2003, 10:24 ayem
Last night I discovered that Lancome will be introducing a pencil to draw freckles on your face. Praise God and pass the peanut butter – finally an asset that I already have.
12 February 2003, 11:11 ayem
Miss me?
Friday was a tall day for reasons I won't go into, but suffice it to say that it was emotionally upheaving. But I think I'm fine. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, but so far no. I have momentary bouts of sadness, but I think that's to be expected.
Went to the Southeast Flower Show on Saturday and am mightily glad I didn't pay for the frightfully expensive tickets. Sunday I had to retire my match because every time I bent over I got dizzy from the vertigo. I have had a headache since Saturday afternoon and it's kinda gone now, but I'm going to the doctor this afternoon anyway, because it's prolly time to revisit my migraine prevention program anyway.
6 February 2003, 10:03 ayem
Goodgawdamightydamn. Bill Clinton is going to appear on stage with the Stones tonight in L.A. I think I might have a heart attack right here and now. You can say what you want about Slick Willy, but he's mighty cute and he can play the saxophone.
5 February 2003, 4:45 peeyem
Now. Where was I?
I had to stop to do some work. They're pesky that way, wanting you to perform and all like they do.
So. I need a vacation. And I need everyone to get themselves together and start using the new and improved software and let go of the past.
5 February 2003, 3:26 peeyem
I need a vacation I haven't been on one since I went to Texas to see mish, and I am wound down so tight that I can't think straight. I constantly feel over-obligated, which, of course, makes me rebel, which pisses off people, which makes them express their frustration, which in turn makes me dig my heels in even deeper and refuse to do whatever it is I'm supposed to do. Last night at tennis practice, I was so scattered that I couldn't pay attention well enough to even play right. I ended up leaving after only 15 minutes, and that hurt someone's feelings.
4 February 2003, 10:54 ayem
When I heard the news on Saturday about the space shuttle, I was instantly taken back to when the Challenger exploded. I was young then, terribly young, although I thought myself mature. Now, of course, I realize that I was not mature, and while I'm more mature now, I'm also younger than I was then (if that makes any sense to you).
I am profoundly saddened by the loss of the Columbia, yet I find that I cannot muster up even a tear. I worry that I have become jaded to catastrophe.
That aside, I had a good weekend. Sunday Anna, Katie, Trace, Leanne, and I went to see Francine Reed at Eddie's Attic. If you haven't seen her, you should make it your bidness to do so. Nobody's got a voice and way about her like Francine does. At the end, she wondered around the room doing a spiritual acapella, and then everybody chimed in for This Little Light of Mine. I think I might agree with whoever said that church was more fun before the white people took over. There were maybe 50 people there, and it was just incredible.
Go here. I've added some lyrics.
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