bawk, bawk bawk. so we chickened out on first night in a very frigid boston with su and jessie. well, not really chickened out, but rather chose an evening of warm cuddling, yummy crabbies, spinach & artichoke dip and fondue. I’m also newly addicted to jay’s nemesis factor.
my laptop is making this weird noise — it’s bleating. and in between every few bleats, it either “eeps” or barks. I can’t figure out where it’s coming from. there’s no email open with some weird wav files attached, there’s nothing too weird in my task manager, and the only ie window I have open is blogger. weird.
anyway, hope you all have a wonderful evening! I’ll be checking in every so often with you guys. [smooches] <– that’s for midnight!

grants-schmants, I wants to be a painter! so I took the first hour of work to paint. I decorated my desk. I had to do something to keep warm — once again, there’s no heat here!

all the jays were nestled, all snug in their beds. big day today. jay’s still sleeping, so I’m going to take a quick little bath, read a little more of my Awakening the Buddha Within, then cozy up in a wool sweater and comfy jeans. have to head into work in a little bit, so I can skip out by two or three (and make up those hours later this week).
somewhere between now and then, I need to write a few grants, meet asty and amy for lunch, maybe try to see rich, since I’m bailing on them for later tonight. we had every intention of staying home — a quiet night of fondue and scrabble — but now I think we’re going to bundle up good and trek into First Night Boston for a little, which looks like fun — especially if su and jessie dare brave the cold, too!
what are you doing tonight? is anyone making any resolutions?

this is going to be gross. I warned you.
after the movie (and a large diet soda), I had to pee. so I trekked to the ladies’ room, and waited patiently for my turn (because, as we all know, there’s always a line in the ladies’ room). when it came, I brushed by the woman who was coming out of the stall I was walking into.
as I was doin’ my thang, I realized — my bare ass is *thisclose* to where that chick’s bare ass was. I had to stop and think about that. I mean, I don’t know this woman from eve, and here was my naked bum, sharing the same seat that hers was just on! now, general rule: squat. but still — how disturbing is it to think that you’ve shared that closeness — even if it’s hovering an inch or two above the seat — that intimacy, and god knows what else with someone you don’t know?
think about that next time. I’m never peeing anywhere but my own home again.

mmm…forbidden pocky. again, too sleepy to be witty. too tired to make much sense.
we met su, her hubby-bubby, and jessie for some nummy brunch at the Parish Cafe (damn fine mimosas!) before heading to the Loews on the Common to see Ali. very good. any movie that I manage to stay awake through is generally worth seeing! su’s got an account of her close enounter with the steps. she’s so funny.
she’s also a pocky meanie. she was going to keep all the pocky to herself! meanie! but then she shared and we all snuck our pocky into the theatre and everything was good. silly people.

now I’m all for my new “I don’t have control over events, but I do have control over how I react to those events” attitude.
but sometimes, just sometimes, that reaction requires giving the other driver the finger. and shouting obscenities at them. really, it does.

look virginia, there IS a santa! I haven’t made it out of my pj’s yet. wanna know why?
cause we’re cleaning!
yuh huh. jay slept in and I crept downstairs and put aside two big bags of clothes to give to one of my girls. I rearranged everything in my closet in just color order, which is hard for me to get used to — everything’s all jumbled by type. it used to be in clothing type -> color order (for example, all button down sweaters, from light to dark, white to black, then button-down shirts, from light to dark, etc.), but now there are sweaters mixed in with button-down shirts mixed in with sweaters.
I’m a bit neurotic when it comes to organizing. I need things to be just the way I want. All shirts have to have the top two buttons buttoned. All pants need to be folded over the hanger facing the same way. And all the shirts need to be facing the same way. I get this anxious tightening in my belly if it’s not quite right. Sad, isn’t it?
jay’s up now, finally tossing those old corduroys that are too short for him. and now I’m off to tackle whatever I can get my hands on. books? that overflowing cabinet of tupperware, each piece missing the matching top? junk drawers? everything’s going in the garbage or to the local Salvation Army. we’re making a trip out in a little while. wheee!

I’m just not feeling the wit. I’m too tired. but I am feeling this great idea: my top ten posts from 2001 (found through robyn, but originated at dollar short)…