It's going to be an early night for me. I already almost passed out after dinner, which was a big pot of pasta that will serve as lunch for the next few days. The weather here's turned cold, and I want warm food in my belly. My plan for this evening pretty much involves lying in bed, in my bathrobe, watching the special features of Lost season 2. Once that's over, I can d/l the first three eps of this season, and I'm all caught up. I haven't watched a TV show regularly since Angel my junior year of college, discounting ANTM as bonding with Agnes. It's weird. Stay tuned for my (not-very-deep) thoughts on the second season tomorrowish.
I think I'll be dyeing my hair hot pink again right after New Year's. I'm going to be doing trade shows right about the time that Waldies comes out with new colors, includingfuschia fyoosha that purplish-red color that I can never spell no matter how many times I look it up (fuchsia, says the dictionary), and if I have to wear those fugliciously comfy shoes, I might as well match them to my hair.
I think that I might want to move out of state at the end of next year. I don't know where, exactly. Just somewhere that's not here. I love Baltimore so much. It's my home, and it's quaintness is enormously inspiring. It's the perfect blend of old culture and new, and I will probably come back here to settle my life. But right now, I need to be in a place where I can have fresh memories. The problem with living in a place that's so beloved is that some of the reasons why it's so beloved are the memories you've made there. Some of those memories are too heavy for me to bear right now. I need to be somewhere where I can make new memories, with no phantoms of the past on familiar streetcorners.
Traveling more this year is going to help. I'll likely be out of town for most of January, and I want to take a mini-trip with my bonus from that sometime in February. A weekend in Philly, maybe-- I want to go back to the museum of art there. There's another trade show block in the summer, and I want to take a week-long vacation in Salem, MA, for Halloween next year. The idea is to start pulling up my roots more-- the soil they're in right now is in desperate need of turning.
Anyway, I have a steaming mug of rose-scented tea to tuck me in. It would be Almondina Biscotti, but I've been trying to ration it a bit better. As Sarah warned me, it is indeed liquicrack.
Goodnight.
I think I'll be dyeing my hair hot pink again right after New Year's. I'm going to be doing trade shows right about the time that Waldies comes out with new colors, including
I think that I might want to move out of state at the end of next year. I don't know where, exactly. Just somewhere that's not here. I love Baltimore so much. It's my home, and it's quaintness is enormously inspiring. It's the perfect blend of old culture and new, and I will probably come back here to settle my life. But right now, I need to be in a place where I can have fresh memories. The problem with living in a place that's so beloved is that some of the reasons why it's so beloved are the memories you've made there. Some of those memories are too heavy for me to bear right now. I need to be somewhere where I can make new memories, with no phantoms of the past on familiar streetcorners.
Traveling more this year is going to help. I'll likely be out of town for most of January, and I want to take a mini-trip with my bonus from that sometime in February. A weekend in Philly, maybe-- I want to go back to the museum of art there. There's another trade show block in the summer, and I want to take a week-long vacation in Salem, MA, for Halloween next year. The idea is to start pulling up my roots more-- the soil they're in right now is in desperate need of turning.
Anyway, I have a steaming mug of rose-scented tea to tuck me in. It would be Almondina Biscotti, but I've been trying to ration it a bit better. As Sarah warned me, it is indeed liquicrack.
Goodnight.
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