I don't know why, but all day I've been in the best mood. Almost too good- bouncing around annoying everybody I work with, cheerfully rejecting checks and smiling at the grumpy customers. I can't believe I have next week all off, and my referral goal for the month is already met so I don't have to worry about that. One of my coworkers had some chocolate in the freezer and gave me some--she said later that maybe chocolate isn't good for me. Makes me happy though! KK left her dog with us overnight last night b/c she went to a NIN concert and got home late. D was happy about it--I think he'd like to keep that dog if we could. I wouldn't so much.
D fixed the mistakes I made on the desk and sanded it all smooth. I have to repaint a lot of stuff but it will come out nicely now. I can't wait to get started again on it--I just need some uninterrupted time to get to it.
I've been on an Agatha Christie kick lately; read another one yesterday. I always get so close to figuring it out. Next time I'm determined to get it--I think I'm onto her strategies. There's always one piece of evidence that only comes from one sourse. The murderer in every one so far has been right in the thick of things--a family member or lover. Next time I'm going to slow down, read carefully, and figure out the whole thing before the denoument. I'll buy a new one Thursday my day off.
Last night was roast beef; tonight is Roast Beef Returns. Roast Beef Strikes Back? Roast Beef and the Temple of Doom? It's sequel night!
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For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin--real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. This persective has helped me to see there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment you have and remember that time waits for no one. (Souza)
2 comments:
Grace,
So glad you're bouncy and happy! The words "futon" and "nobody sleeping on it" come to mind.
We can talk about these things. It's strange. Sometimes I feel like your gay friend. Many woman seem to want one.
I'm not gay, though. Just old and monkish. But we can pretend.
My Love,
Will
I never wanted a gay best friend. You're not old or monkish. You're just in the wierd position of being able to read my blog.
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