having consumed one fruit roll-up and been recognized by the pizza delivery man, am feeling considerably humored. having read some very welcome comments on yesterday's encouragment-fishing expedition, am feeling considerably cheered. my thoughts:
re the blogging world: i love it, too.
re monkeys: hee. hee. oh wait, no. hoo hoo hoo.
re the hippo at the san diego zoo: i've been, i've observed, and the most fascinating thing, i thought, was the massive amount of shit residue in the water.
anyway, thanks for the remarks!
two points for today:
one: when i got to work, the sticky-sweetwoman swamped me with "oh, what a CUTE SHIRT!" AND "oh, and those CUTE SHOES, TOO!" before i even had a chance to say hello. this needs to stop. i barely thank her anymore because it's just out of hand. i'm not even wearing anything that cute! i've got a clem snide t-shirt that looks like an "i (heart) new york" shirt but actually says "i (heart) the unknown", and red sneakers.
i'm going to start logging all her superfluous compliments. also, i think i'll suggest giving me a quarter every time she wants to say something complimentary.
two: two years ago i was a supervisor at a bookstore. the assistant manager, a woman i'll call melanie, spent most of her time on the phone, if i was around to do actual work in her stead. one of the things i overheard her say during these conversations was her alias for an online journal.
yesterday, i was writing up something about bookstores and i thought of her. i wondered what she was up to and i remembered the alias. and i totally read through her diary. it's pretty juicy, so that was a good time.
it's going to be one of those posts, and i'm sorry in advance...
i'm feeling down today. when i finally turned in last night, still jeans- and sweatshirt-clad, and set my alarm to go off two hours later, i knew it would be a down day. my eyelids feel stiff, my temples ache, my body is exhausted, my hair is unwashed, my work is unfinished, my money is gone, my bills are due, and i can't push past the shouting and cursing and fighting and hating that kept me up until the first wisps of dawn were visible.
(luckily, my eyelids actually look kind of cool when they're stiff. makes a crease. it's a novelty. on account of the half-asian-and-therefore-lacking-in-eyelid-crease thing.)
i don't feel the least bit lonely, but i do feel isolated, as though shrouded in an opaque layer of emotional cloudiness. it would be nice to know the world is still out there, beyond my fuzzy vision. could you leave a note? do you know any quick fixes or recipes for instant cheer? there are no devastated lovers here at fauxhemia right now, only the dazed and tired.