(Today's title is courtesy my neighbors down the street, who have a sign with that text on it on their lawn. I do not think this means what they think it means.)It's true, what they say, You do get used to it. After only a week, i am used to it, mostly.
But right now i have a headache and my nose is stuffy; i am coming to the conclusion that i'm coming down with a cold and rebelling against it, hard. I don't have the luxury of illness right now; I have weights to lift, tall buildings to leap, strawberries to buy, and a date on Saturday.
I know that part of this is my own folly; i took the wrong bus and got lost in West Seattle yesterday, and ended up walking about three miles to find the house i was going to. It was a pleasant enough walk, but i was already flagging; I should have conserved my strength and waited for the right bus.
I also keep wanting to cut my hair off again. it's been about ten years since it was last short, and I think it would be sort of fun to have a head full of wildly uncontrollable curls. I'm afraid that I'd look like my mom, though. That's not a bad thing, certainly, but I'm 24 and i'm not ready to look 40.
Perhaps later. Perhaps i'll get a wild hair and cut it off a week before my cousin's wedding, and have nobody at all recognize me.
"Can you see the schedule okay?""yeah, sorry. I was just trying to remember which bus i needed to take."
"Where are you going?"
"Ummm...West Seattle. Near the water. Oh, that's not very helpful, is it? I'll know it when i see it."
"Do you know the street names? What about landmarks?"
"I know I have to get off on California. There's a slope on the corner--i think it goes up to a church."
"No cross street?"
"Nope." I smile weakly. No, i'm not a crazy girl. I just ran out of the house without bothering to look at the address of the house I was going to.
She was very helpful. I still ended up taking the wrong bus.
It was Hanford, by the way. Nuclear Power Street.
Spring is finally really here--it was in the high 60's here yesterday, the sky was blue, the birds were singing. It's about time! today's a bit chillier, but the rest of the week promises to be really nice.Of course, the nicer weather has pointed out my need to purchase sunglasses and sunscreen. ow.
red rain is pouring down, pouring down all over me...—Peter Gabriel, Red Rain
outside: almost nice
doing: worked out today. owie.
to do: take the initiative at work
words: Talk Dirty To Me
heavy rotation: Soundtrack to 32 Short Films about Glenn Gould, Peter Gabriel, So
link: Tarin has new content
energy level (out of ten): 6
dream: I am a bird in a cage, attached to a conveyance of some sort. The cage sways, and the bars are burned across my vision.
