you better get on your knees and pray
Dec. 29th, 2004 02:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanI really don't know where the days are going this break. Keeping up with the news has the numbers of them straight in my head, but other than that, it's a mystery how I've been home for nearly two weeks. I've had thoughts but for some reason have not been writing them down, which is so unlike me I think there must be important things going on to be at such loose ends, but at the end of the day I look back and realize, well, no, actually you slept until noon, checked your requisite sites for the day, probably e-mailed or called Justin about some job aspect (I just want so badly to be what they're convinced I will be at it. Justin and I have previously discussed the fucked-up prioritization that's putting university and the newspaper with a circulation of 50,000 people in any sort of order, and it's still not a call I can make without feeling sick to my stomach), went shopping because Gainesville is such a wasteland and prices are good this time of year, and oh, right, spent about an hour if local, three if not, of that on the road.
I did, however, shake it up a little this past couple of days.
Yesterday was a dentist appointment at 2 p.m., which turned into until 5:30 when the good Dr. Nicolas de Fabrique discovered a nasty little cavity in the side of my #4 right bicuspid and schooled me on the virtues of flossing. They also took a mold for a retainer, something I should've had done when I lost the original about five years ago because I may as well not have had braces all through middle school for all you can tell now, but beyond that I'm beginning to lisp again, and that just won't do at all.
However, an evening with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
walkingshadow went a very long way to improve my feelings of profound inadequacy concerning the matter. We saw A Series of Unfortunate Events, which I didn't care for at all. The weird insertions of modern things into a setting that's turn-of-the-last-century jarred instead of charmed me, and Jim Carrey really, really could've toned down, well, himself, in favor of his character. Klaus had fantastic hair though, and the cinematography was just as gorgeous as the previews would have you believe.
Dinner at P.F. Chang's, which we forewent earlier because of a two-hour wait, was delicious as always, and getting a chance to sit down with Miranda was, as ever, an experience to be savored. We lamented that, lest she make the office her own sort of sanctuary as well, we're likely to not do it again until the end of the semester. Maybe we can work out our schedules, because returning to only seeing her for spare moments when I get home and on weekends is not a situation I want to come about again.
The unfailingly lovely hygenists were still so when I stopped by their other office on the intracoastal to pick up said retainer today. Tammy really did do the most painless, considerate (i.e. didn't shove things in my mouth when I wanted to say something) cleaning job ever yesterday, and the good doctor, with his dark hair and gorgeous light blue eyes and enamoring chairside manner, was again every bit himself. I could get to like going to the dentist.
Made plans to meet a friend, Danny, for late lunch at a favorite restaurant of his tomorrow at four and contemplated when that would get me to Naples, for which I really ought to be packing. Instead, I returned a few things and bought others at the Wellington Mall (as well as conducting a brief business meeting via phone, topless, in the American Eagle fitting room) and Target, grabbed dinner and took a wee nap, falling asleep and waking up to Law & Order, which is as it should be.
Thank you to everyone who's sent me season's greetings:
- Angela, your package was... I have no words at all for how wonderful it was. A Gryffindor scarf and chocolate-covered gummi bears and Millenium so I could listen to that godforsaken shark attack song that's been periodically parading through my head since our Mississippi road trip, and the card - thank you more than I can possibly convey.
- Kare, that was a lovely card, and I wish you the best with this mess of a situation you're unduly burdened with.
- Rachel for your text message, as I don't even know when the first day of Hannukah is and certainly neglected my end of holiday salutations.
- Perrine for the CD and card, which made my heart ache a little for animal-shaped desserts and endless stairs to sweeping views and towering cathedrals and, of course, you. I'll come back, I swear it.
I did, however, shake it up a little this past couple of days.
Yesterday was a dentist appointment at 2 p.m., which turned into until 5:30 when the good Dr. Nicolas de Fabrique discovered a nasty little cavity in the side of my #4 right bicuspid and schooled me on the virtues of flossing. They also took a mold for a retainer, something I should've had done when I lost the original about five years ago because I may as well not have had braces all through middle school for all you can tell now, but beyond that I'm beginning to lisp again, and that just won't do at all.
However, an evening with
walkingshadow went a very long way to improve my feelings of profound inadequacy concerning the matter. We saw A Series of Unfortunate Events, which I didn't care for at all. The weird insertions of modern things into a setting that's turn-of-the-last-century jarred instead of charmed me, and Jim Carrey really, really could've toned down, well, himself, in favor of his character. Klaus had fantastic hair though, and the cinematography was just as gorgeous as the previews would have you believe.Dinner at P.F. Chang's, which we forewent earlier because of a two-hour wait, was delicious as always, and getting a chance to sit down with Miranda was, as ever, an experience to be savored. We lamented that, lest she make the office her own sort of sanctuary as well, we're likely to not do it again until the end of the semester. Maybe we can work out our schedules, because returning to only seeing her for spare moments when I get home and on weekends is not a situation I want to come about again.
The unfailingly lovely hygenists were still so when I stopped by their other office on the intracoastal to pick up said retainer today. Tammy really did do the most painless, considerate (i.e. didn't shove things in my mouth when I wanted to say something) cleaning job ever yesterday, and the good doctor, with his dark hair and gorgeous light blue eyes and enamoring chairside manner, was again every bit himself. I could get to like going to the dentist.
Made plans to meet a friend, Danny, for late lunch at a favorite restaurant of his tomorrow at four and contemplated when that would get me to Naples, for which I really ought to be packing. Instead, I returned a few things and bought others at the Wellington Mall (as well as conducting a brief business meeting via phone, topless, in the American Eagle fitting room) and Target, grabbed dinner and took a wee nap, falling asleep and waking up to Law & Order, which is as it should be.
Thank you to everyone who's sent me season's greetings:
- Angela, your package was... I have no words at all for how wonderful it was. A Gryffindor scarf and chocolate-covered gummi bears and Millenium so I could listen to that godforsaken shark attack song that's been periodically parading through my head since our Mississippi road trip, and the card - thank you more than I can possibly convey.
- Kare, that was a lovely card, and I wish you the best with this mess of a situation you're unduly burdened with.
- Rachel for your text message, as I don't even know when the first day of Hannukah is and certainly neglected my end of holiday salutations.
- Perrine for the CD and card, which made my heart ache a little for animal-shaped desserts and endless stairs to sweeping views and towering cathedrals and, of course, you. I'll come back, I swear it.
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Eee!
Date: December 29th, 2004 07:41 am (UTC)I should have known / that I would be
Another victim of your / sexuality...
Re: Eee!
Date: December 29th, 2004 07:49 am (UTC)