4/19/00
I have the strangest feeling today. I got no sleep last night (Noodle was hot and therefore couldn't get comfortable until I broke down and turned on the air at 3:00 a.m.), had a really fucking creepy dream (Meghan and I got kidnapped by a couple of murderers and managed to escape by jumping out of the moving car, but only after I had to pull Meghan out because she wouldn't jump), and it looks like rain. In spite of all that, I feel strangely...happy. Or at least, moderately sane. ISN'T THAT WEIRD? What the hell is wrong with me??? I can't be happy, I don't know how.
I should have gone home last night, gone right to the computer, and started studying for tomorrow's comp sci test or at least starting the paper for that class. But I didn't. Meghan was at the gym, and it was just such a fucking gorgeous amazing day yesterday, I just had to play in the yard. So I picked up poop (boy, is that ever fun, let me tell you), re-potted a couple of plants, inspected my seedlings, and did assorted yard/house stuff. We've decided to stop fighting the grass situation in the back yard, and instead just put some edging out where the grass begins and cedar mulch the whole damn grassless area. Throw in a few well-placed plants and shrubs, and BINGO--landscaping! Wow, my botanist-turned-lawyer friend would be so proud of my creative genius...
So it wasn't a productive evening. I did yard work and picked up the house while Meghan cooked dinner, then we took the dogs on a very long and much-needed walk. By the time we got home, it was 9:30, so we just sat on the patio and enjoyed the night. No, I didn't get shit done, but I don't really care. I'm not sweating it. God, I just love this "happy" thing!
My niece or nephew is due December 21. How the hell they can determine that from a blood test is beyond me. Poor kid is going to be totally screwed on birthday presents. I've already decided that this is an excellent opportunity to get back at my sister for all the mean things she did to me when we were kids. Three isn't too young for finger paints, now, is it? And just imagine all a child can learn about science and nature by starting their own ant farm... This is going to be fun.
It's incredibly strange that my family seems to be liking me more lately. Knocked-up sister has actually been almost giddy over coming to visit me this weekend, and college-flunkie sister filled out one of those "all about me" stupid e-mail chain letters that I sent her and said all these wonderful things about me in it. Freaky. I think they're all on drugs.
I've been asked to prepare my famous (okay, I stole the recipe from Boss Lady, so "Boss Lady's Famous") southern-style pulled pork for Easter dinner. My dad also requested a Honey Baked Ham. My mother can dis "the big city" all she wants, but you can't buy Honey Baked Ham in the Cess Pool. HA!
This is so bizarre, I don't feel crazy today. I wonder if it will pass, or if maybe it will last for a while?
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