Friday Morning List Post!
Virgo:: HELP WANTED: looking for a smart operator who has expertise in both rebellion and compromise. Must be willing to break taboos if necessary in order to help people, but must also be a sensitive and empathetic collaborator who's skilled at creating harmonious solutions. Are you a rugged individualist with a strong sense of self or are you a community builder who can get along with a wide variety of human types? Both, hopefully. Be a good listener who expresses yourself clearly.
1. FRIDAY. FOUR-DAY WEEKEND. WOOT.
2. Busy busy weekend. Tonight-- hanging out in Annapolis with my McDaniel Girls. Tomorrow night: sushi and clubbing with the fabulous
brapolitics. Sunday-- Gaelic Storm concert with Yancy & Elise. Monday-- Hiking with Yancy, Trader Joe's run, and THA RACKLE FACTOR. Tuesday-- 4th of July in Georgetown. Tuesday night-- COLLAPSE. Dude, when did I get social?3. Since I'll be living out of my knapsack for the next three days, I made a list for my own benefit. Dear self, do not forget-- your toothbrush, stationery and a good pen, two changes of clothes, your chai tea mix, a trashy novel, your herbal supplement, BPAL for Ashley to sniff, deoderant, some sort of body lotion, your hairbrush, a razor, a few hairties, leave-in conditioner, your camera. Also, do not forget to change Sake's water and leave feeding instructions for the petsitter.
4. Today's funny Laurell K. Hamilton quote (because really, there are enough to make this a daily event):
"Let's not pretend, Merry. We know why you're here, why we're both here. It's the bedroom." He opened the door, and it was the bedroom.
I could have chosen the one about how having sex with dark-haired, 5 foot tall men with strange, soap-opera-like names makes the missionary position "unbelievably intimate," but I didn't. PS-- you know, of course when I kiss a new chick, the first thing I notice and announce to her is that she's not wearing any makeup foundation. I did, however, spend most of my night reading my favorite sentences aloud to my roommate. Brilliant! To steal last summer's catchphrase, this shit is bananas.
5. I also got a second acupuncture session last night. The first treatment was the 10-needles-in-the-back one, the one that made me nearly pass out last time. This time, I was leaning over a table with a big fluffy pillow under my head. It took care of the nausea. However, the needle that connected to my "heart protector" fell out again. No matter what she did, Dixie could not get it to stay in. Significance, much?
Treatment two was three needles in the kidney area. No big. Treatment three was the needle-to-the-pubic-bone, which we did last week, and which hurt way way more last night. But no, the kicker-- both literal and figurative-- was the ankle needle. It connects directly to the kidneys, and is called "Greater Mountain Stream." Shit, I'd have called it "Hurts Like Motherfucking Bitch." Dixie told me that I'd feel a little "zip" along the bottom of my foot, like a current of electricity. But no. I felt like I stuck my wet toe in an electrical socket. I had an instinctive, literal knee-jerk reaction, which is not so good when you have needles sticking out of both your foot and your womb. "Just think of it as a wondrous opportunity to feel your chi," she said. Goddamn, I think my chi is pissed at me. My chi is like a snarling Persian cat that I just tried to give a bath. Or something. Anyway, after seeing my reaction, she wisely decided to hold off on the other ankle. Damn straight.
On the plus side, I do feel better today.
6. If you tried to call me last night, try again. My phone was acting up. In fact, this morning, I had a message from Yancy that sounded like "Hey Chris, it's Yancy... bzzzzzzzzt buzz buzz horrible chainsaw static bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt." So erm, try again. Or email me.
7. Heh. Summer Glau was featured on Go Fug Yourself.
8. I feel strangely optimistic today. Hunh.