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Do you think about me now and then?
Currently listening to the Kanye/Chris Martin song that I heard on the radio while driving tonight. It's supremely weird to hear a British guy singing about fireworks over Lake Michigan, but the piano is lovely and catchy and the song is also strangely compelling ( Read more... ) -
Friday night blues
So sad tonight. I don't know why, really; it's not like this week has been particularly bad. But I had a class at DePaul today, got out early, went grocery shopping. Got home and burst into tears the moment I walked through the door, and have cried on and off all night, usually while chopping, sauteing or peeling something ( Read more... ) -
Yes we did
I was lucky enough to be in the ticketed section of Grant Park last night...but really, I was lucky to be an American, a Chicagoan, and to be able to experience this firsthand. I am still a little shocked, still a little amazed and not-quite-believing that this has actually happened. I went to bed late and woke up early, then remembered that this ( Read more... ) -
History in the making
1. I have never been so eager to get out of bed at 5:30 am to wait in line for an hour.
2. I have a ticket to the Grant Park festivities tonight (I cannot properly convey how excited I am about this.)
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Tuesday night
Sometimes, when I'm at a loss, I cook. Tonight it was a triple batch of savory shortbread dough, with toasted walnuts, chopped fresh rosemary, and Parmesan. I made these the other day and they were quite a hit with both the people who came for dinner and, the next day, my co-workers (a great many asked for - and received - the recipe.) This is ( Read more... ) -
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I wish that I could stop:
1. Dreaming about Very Upsetting Things every single night
2. Waking up four hours after I've gone to sleep and being unable to fall asleep OR dozing through my alarm so many times that I am late to work.
It's now five am here, and I've been awake since 3:30, but am hesitant to try to sleep again. Whee! -
Barely-coherent rambling
Yet another night of too much wine, and I'm all adrift and miserable. Also: I blame my subconscious for my terrible mood. I have everything that upsets me neatly tucked away, and then my dreams turn traitor and drag me through all the memories and emotions I'd rather not deal with just now...and make me think that everything is okay for the few ( Read more... ) -
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Writing about these things frees me from them, for a while at least. I am better. I will be better. It's just taking its sweet time, and I have no idea how to hurry it. -
I hate these nights...
...they start out just fine; cooking for friends, drinking wine, reading, talking, laughing. Then at one point, they devolve into maudlin reflection, self-castigation, misery and tears (when everyone has left.) To put it quite plainly, it sucks. Like an Electrolux. And I can't talk to anyone, as everyone's sick to death of the subject...just ( Read more... ) -
Cooking, etc.
The cooler-and-cooler weather has made me want to cook dishes I haven't made in forever. The other night, it was chicken Dijon...a recipe I got from a friend, who got it from her mother, who got it from a neighbor when they lived in Paris. Wonderful stuff. We had it with bread so fresh it was still warm when I bought it, a spinach-and-tomato ( Read more... )