small improvements
Well, today was decidedly better, though I don't have the desire to enumerate yesterday's tragedies, nor today's remedies. I will just say that the complete disaster of my Father's house sale is slowly working out. We have ten days to get everything out of there. It's going to be a challenge. It will get done somehow though. I just hope I don't have a nervous breakdown first. No, why waste a good nervous breakdown on this? Best wait till the move is done, then retire to my cave and write. Oh, who am I kidding, I can't afford the luxury of a self-indulgent nervous breakdown any more, I have to whip my life into shape. Besides, don't I have better things to do?
I have stayed up way too late futzing around on the computer. I got back from my Father's house after Midnight though and it always takes me a while to decompress. It's after 4AM now. I have to be up by 9AM to go to church. My friend B. is getting baptized after church. I can't wait for that. After that, I get to go in the pool and the jacuzzi. I can't wait. I've been a Mermaid with very dry scales all summer long. Imagine I'm on a freaking island surrounded by water and I haven't been able to go to the beach. Let alone a swimming pool. This will be my day to remedy that, and stay in the water till I go pruney.
In the midst of all this, I have health stuff that needs attending to, and things to do in order to complete my social security disability application. These days there's just no time to get everything done. Tomorrow night after church and after the baptism and pool party, I need to sit down and fill out some of those S.S.D. forms. Queer as Folk isn't on anymore *sob* so I'll have time. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, and Desperate Housewives are all repeats. The L Word is done for the season, and in repeats as well. "Weeds" is on, and so far that's pretty good. But my Sunday night, which was my big TV night of the week is no more for the time being. So, those freaking forms need to get done and I have no excuses (I need to remind myself to read this tomorrow night, when I may be trying to procrastinate).
Speaking of procrastinating, I learned from the best. Tonight my Dad convinced me that we needed a break and we watched an insane Norweigen film "Elling" (it was subtitled). The Europeans really know how to do a film with humor and pathos. Americans don't really make films like that. Some indie films get more at that, but there is still some quality that Foreign films have that ours don't. I think they're just more mature, coming from older countries with far more comfort about the full spectrum of human nature. This is overly generalizing, but I'm too tired to be more articulate about this at the moment. Anyway, this film was side splittingly funny, and yet filled with intense emotions, nuance, and pathos. My cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling afterwards, yet I was also touched by the totally unsentimentalized humanity of the story.
This was a largely pointless entry devoid of fizz, but I am trying to make myself write here every single day, if only as an exercise in self-discipline. I'm having fond wistful longing thoughts about an unknown disciplinarian now, but I'm not thinking about writing anymore. But you knew that.
I have stayed up way too late futzing around on the computer. I got back from my Father's house after Midnight though and it always takes me a while to decompress. It's after 4AM now. I have to be up by 9AM to go to church. My friend B. is getting baptized after church. I can't wait for that. After that, I get to go in the pool and the jacuzzi. I can't wait. I've been a Mermaid with very dry scales all summer long. Imagine I'm on a freaking island surrounded by water and I haven't been able to go to the beach. Let alone a swimming pool. This will be my day to remedy that, and stay in the water till I go pruney.
In the midst of all this, I have health stuff that needs attending to, and things to do in order to complete my social security disability application. These days there's just no time to get everything done. Tomorrow night after church and after the baptism and pool party, I need to sit down and fill out some of those S.S.D. forms. Queer as Folk isn't on anymore *sob* so I'll have time. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, and Desperate Housewives are all repeats. The L Word is done for the season, and in repeats as well. "Weeds" is on, and so far that's pretty good. But my Sunday night, which was my big TV night of the week is no more for the time being. So, those freaking forms need to get done and I have no excuses (I need to remind myself to read this tomorrow night, when I may be trying to procrastinate).
Speaking of procrastinating, I learned from the best. Tonight my Dad convinced me that we needed a break and we watched an insane Norweigen film "Elling" (it was subtitled). The Europeans really know how to do a film with humor and pathos. Americans don't really make films like that. Some indie films get more at that, but there is still some quality that Foreign films have that ours don't. I think they're just more mature, coming from older countries with far more comfort about the full spectrum of human nature. This is overly generalizing, but I'm too tired to be more articulate about this at the moment. Anyway, this film was side splittingly funny, and yet filled with intense emotions, nuance, and pathos. My cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling afterwards, yet I was also touched by the totally unsentimentalized humanity of the story.
This was a largely pointless entry devoid of fizz, but I am trying to make myself write here every single day, if only as an exercise in self-discipline. I'm having fond wistful longing thoughts about an unknown disciplinarian now, but I'm not thinking about writing anymore. But you knew that.
posted by scribe at 8/20/2005
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