ah the performance anxiety...

Of trying to come up with a decent first post of the year.

This will have to do.
Usually I have at least one page a day book or calendar of womanly wisdom. Are we past that now? (Maybe I'll reread Simple Abundance, except I think it's loaned out, aren't you lucky!) Perhaps I'll make up my own sage wisdom:

If you want people to notice amethysts and pearls, don't wear them with bubblegum pink boots.

2004, with its extremes of life and death, is over.

Begone, I suppose.

I don't know that I prefer such extremes. It helps put the rest of my petty gripes with fate in focus. I'd prefer to not to rely on constant tragedy to make the same, old, dismal existence look like a blessing. Would it be so much to have things be concretely, measurably better in comparison to themselves?

At least my brain is better by comparison.

So far, 2005 has been pretty good. My early eve breakdown surrounded me with caring friends at midnight, and a surprise houseguest of a friend whose other party ended early. Hopping John, although not from my usual source. She rang in 2005 in the middle of a pelvic exam and already laughing (and mentally writing up the blog post). Skipped Saturday night parties to hang out with her, and be "lame"... and be home in time to log more time on that relationship I'm not having. Stopped playing KoL long enough to have necessary intercourse er, discussion, through to brunch... I was nearly late for Sunday's "huntlet".

Wasn't completely useless after all. (Crappy metro puzzles ARE enough to train me to recognize crossword vocabulary). Now I really look forward to the Hunt, and seem pretty solidly on a team. I'll make it up to mah peeps among pturnips and el google, perhaps at the hollywood LARP-ish party, or the other Hunt-ish party that may happen that night.

Back on the strictest phase of the diet, had a girls night at the gym (and wow am I sore, albeit not broken), craiglist has picked up again and given me options.

According to my LJ archives, this year starts out more optimistically. Possibly not just due to Tragic Comparison.

We'll see.

ah the performance anxiety...

Of trying to come up with a decent first post of the year.

This will have to do.
Usually I have at least one page a day book or calendar of womanly wisdom. Are we past that now? (Maybe I'll reread Simple Abundance, except I think it's loaned out, aren't you lucky!) Perhaps I'll make up my own sage wisdom:

If you want people to notice amethysts and pearls, don't wear them with bubblegum pink boots.

2004, with its extremes of life and death, is over.

Begone, I suppose.

I don't know that I prefer such extremes. It helps put the rest of my petty gripes with fate in focus. I'd prefer to not to rely on constant tragedy to make the same, old, dismal existence look like a blessing. Would it be so much to have things be concretely, measurably better in comparison to themselves?

At least my brain is better by comparison.

So far, 2005 has been pretty good. My early eve breakdown surrounded me with caring friends at midnight, and a surprise houseguest of a friend whose other party ended early. Hopping John, although not from my usual source. She rang in 2005 in the middle of a pelvic exam and already laughing (and mentally writing up the blog post). Skipped Saturday night parties to hang out with her, and be "lame"... and be home in time to log more time on that relationship I'm not having. Stopped playing KoL long enough to have necessary intercourse er, discussion, through to brunch... I was nearly late for Sunday's "huntlet".

Wasn't completely useless after all. (Crappy metro puzzles ARE enough to train me to recognize crossword vocabulary). Now I really look forward to the Hunt, and seem pretty solidly on a team. I'll make it up to mah peeps among pturnips and el google, perhaps at the hollywood LARP-ish party, or the other Hunt-ish party that may happen that night.

Back on the strictest phase of the diet, had a girls night at the gym (and wow am I sore, albeit not broken), craiglist has picked up again and given me options.

According to my LJ archives, this year starts out more optimistically. Possibly not just due to Tragic Comparison.

We'll see.