2004-01-19 - 12:38 a.m.
The best husband in the world got me a gold membership. In celebration, I present the catbeast.
There you go. The cutest cat in the world--and I defy anyone to deny it.
death and other thoughts
2004-01-14 - 9:55 a.m.
Last night I had a dream that someone was critiquing this diary. Only it wasn't my diary, it was my eyeball. My critic generally liked the writing present, but was concerned about the eyelash stuck underneath my contact lens. If that flaw could be removed, my diary/eyeball would be perfect. She was going to give me one chance to accomplish said task.
Obviously, I really need drugs quite badly. I spend my days in an allergy-ridden haze, too proud to go to the doctor, who would probably just suggest I take Claritin, and I think I can figure that out by myself, thank you very much. Instead, I just wander around the office, tears leaking from my eyes, sniffing, and drinking copious amounts of tea. Thank god I'm married, or I'd turn into one of those batty old ladies wtih 22 cats and chronic post-nasal drip. I'd be dead in my apartment/old rickety house for a week and half before anyone noticed. My body would be half-eaten by my cats, because, let's face it--they don't really care.
Headed out to lunch today to celebrate a birthday girl's birthday. It's odd--all I've been in the mood for lately is lo mein. Literally, that's all I can stomach eating. Lo mein and Special K cereal. Maybe some broth. I think I'm dying, and eventually I'll go off broth and Special K, leaving only lo mein. After 3 weeks of obsessive lo mein consumption, I'll grow sick of that foodstuff, and bloated with sodium and MSG, slowly starve to death. In quarrantine.
Evidently my subconscious is obsessed with the idea that I will die alone.
this entry lacks cohesion in a big way
y - 8:42 p.m.
As the Sandals commercial says, "what the world needs now is love, sweet love." And like one of Pavlov's dogs in winter, what I need now is a tropical vacation. Instead I'm going to London in 2 weeks, which should also be fun. I'm meeting some Schollers at a performance orf Handel's Occasional Oratorio, written to make the English happy when it looked like the Jacobites would win. I think my family were Jacobites. Or perhaps they were already in Newfoundland by then.
I'd love a wild Carribean vacation, but I just don't think it's in the cards. Maybe I'll get a nice minibreak in beautiful Berkeley Springs, but probably not anytime soon. Oh well. There's such a difference in going on vacation to go visit people and just going to hang out by yourselves. I'm not sure I see a real vacation in sight for quite a while.
If someone were to love me, someone might take me out tomorrow night to the Apple Store to buy some headphones in preparation for our overseas flight. I'll also need to get some travel size shampoo and coniditioner. Believe it or not, I love doing that.
In conclusion, furry cats are the very best kind,
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