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Thursday, December 5, 2002

Shake Thoroughly Before Pouring.

I'm running out of steam early tonight, at least in comparison with last night. Of course, yesterday when I ordered a Cafe Americano, I think they substituted the hot water with more espresso. That would explain why I saw 3:30 AM so effortlessly last night.

But tonight I am far too full of iceburg lettuce salad and pie. Oof. If I may speak frankly, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable in my underpants. (Hee. I love Mashimaro.)

To review: Espresso yesterday, Salad tonight, Bingo tomorrow (with special guest stars,) Sleep now.

01:54 AM PST (link)

Wednesday, December 4, 2002

But I Wanna Do It All! (Whine!)

As my last entry may have hinted at, my life right now is full of piles. No, not those kind; don't be gross. Besides the pile of clothes to donate, there's the Regrets pile: about six items of clothing (I've whittled it down mercilessly) that I'm trying to decide whether or not I need or can live without. There's a pile of toys for the toy drive at work, the pile of food for the food drive at work, the pile of work for the work drive at work. The piles of laundry we did earlier. The omnipresent piles of games to be played and books to be read. The pile of blog entries to write, the pile of email to be returned.

And then there's the pile of unwrapped presents, which keeps spilling across the floor. I was saving that one as a treat for when I finished with my other piles. I love wrapping presents. Always have; I don't know why. It's just something that appeals to both the aesthete ("Make it pretty!") and the obsessive ("Hospital corners!") in me. The toy drive needs volunteers to wrap presents for three hours in the evening or this weekend. I'm just itching to sign up, though I'm a bit concerned about overcommitting myself. I have to decide which these piles to take care of—and see some friends and shows too—before we leave for New York the week after next. Well, it's not so much "do what I like" as long as I like what I do, right?

Now I just have to go see what I can do. Anybody got a shovel?

02:43 AM PST (link)

Tuesday, December 3, 2002

Surfaces, Sweetie.

So, yeah, I'm trying to get back in the saddle of the Weblog. I didn't really intend to stop writing for all of my vacation, but after a few days I'd really started to enjoy doing things without thinking about what it would look like here later. And really, I did spend a bit less time on the computer this time around and actually got some things accomplished.

One of the things that I wanted to do was to clean up my bedroom. I made goals to remove clutter and tried my best to remember that my room would not—and probably never will—become a minimalist masterpiece.

I started by cleaning out my closet. [No tuneless screeds against Mama were involved. (More sounds here.)] I find that I clean best when I'm a little pissed off and also hopped up on a lot of coffee. I think the combination first removes a layer of my sentimentality, and then forces me to act on it since I can't sit still. I know the technique works on bathroom tile too, but be careful about being too angry or wired, or you'll have to re-grout.

I managed to remove four big shopping bags of clothes that don't fit or that I won't wear. I'm amazed; I didn't realize that the hangers can move on the rod in there! So off go the bags to charity and the needy (I understand that Q-Force is collecting clothes and blankets for the homeless at The Center here in San Francisco, among other places.)

The rest of the room is still a cluttered mess, but at least it's a start. Now if you see me at the coffeehouse picking fights, you'll know why.

12:45 AM PST (link)

Sunday, December 1, 2002

Think And Link 2002.

Today has been World AIDS Day, and I've spent some time thinking; now I need to do some linking:

For you, I send thanks for sharing Issan Dorsey's messages of deeper understanding.

For you I'll wear my black silk pajamas tonight, grateful that I'm wearing them because I feel good.

For you I'll count my lucky stars at least twice today too.

For you I'm breaking my silence, and I'll continue to do what I can to help. (Hee-hee: I get to sponsor your Sponsor!)

For you, though you still hurt, know that your fight was not all in vain—People like me are alive and still negative because of your activism.

For you I will share my outrage. Never underestimate how short-sighted people can be. Now we have a responibiility to look into what can be done.

For you I will secretly hope that you someday find a meaning in all of this, because I'm sure you'll be most qualified to write it down and explain it to a fool like me.

Thank you all for making me think today.

11:55 PM PST (link)