Sandstorm. After yesterday's brief
depressive episode, today is m-u-u-uch better. I wake at ~10:00am, to enjoy
coffee, expend
votes,
node, and
shower. I think I did well to consciously examine some of the mucky stuff that's been bothering me, in
last night's journal, and I catch hints of semi-conscious
issues in
this morning's dreams. Perhaps I have angrily distanced myself from my
anima for too long, if it's such a struggle to "
wrap myself" (that is, draw upon) in that "
pink flannel blanket"... (i.e. the
archetypically feminine strengths of
nurturing and
receptivity (refer to "
yin}.)
Bees perhaps represent my
restless internal dialogue, which distracts me and chases me away from the
school/
church. Thank you Mr.
Sandman, for the good night's rest.
Noon is the time I was supposed to be at
Adam and Cris's "Couples Shower" (read:
bridal shower where men are invited). It's just about an hour's drive across New Jersey from
Clifton to
Bloomsbury - I arrive at 1. Dave offers me a copy of the
ILOVEYOU virus, he knows I find that stuff interesting. Very considerate. He also says I should just keep the copy of
Baldur's Gate he lent me, he bought another copy. Garrett is thrilled that I will give
L.A.I.R.E. a try. Charles and Jean-Anne are always good to see. Shopping the
bridal registry at
Fortunoff was a drag: they've cohabited for 7 years, they really don't need any more
housewares.
Cash is
crass in theory, but I
mean it much more than I could possibly mean a
table lamp or
frying pan. Two
sunburn Saturdays in a row. I smoke 3 cigarettes (2
grubbed, one
offered).
Garrett invited me to catch
Gladiator tomorrow, with a gang of maybe 20 other people. It
sounded good at the the time, but
I should know: two days of
social activity in a row, consuming most of the weekend, is
too much for me. - I mean, okay, I can handle it if I have to, but I prefer more
quiet time. I will probably
back out.
I am informed that I am one of the people
who cools Datagirl the most. I had no idea.