I swam for the first time in years on Saturday--sixteen laps with a mouthful of chlorine. Yay! And then shot baskets. And then did some weights. I itched to wear myself out.
A year or two from now I'm going to look back on my recent posts and think, "Oh god, SHUT UP." And also: "Panty-liners? WTF?!" Incidentally, "apologia" is also a cool word. It'd be a cool name too. "This is my daughter, Apologia--she attends Barnard. She's double-majoring in Medieval Studies and Art History." That was my alternate life.
thought of the day
The soul does not cry out for yogurt.
last time I was merely being figurative
I accidentally doused my shoes in gasoline this weekend. They are, literally, hosed. They are also highly flammable, like my thighs. But as with so many other occasions--Thursdays, paychecks, ennui--this is an opportunity to buy new shoes.
quote of the day
PM: (lethargic) "Hello."icon
Anna: "Hi, P___? This is Anna in _______."
PM: (lethargic) "Hey."
Anna: "Hi, I was told you were assigned to take over this project and I wanted to check with you on where the launch date stands."
PM: "I hope to launch this week."
Anna: "What day are you shooting for?"
PM: (long pause) "I'm not sure. I haven't looked yet to see what's left to be done."
By kormantic. I'm a little surprised I can't scroll down my flist and see 20 collared Johns at a time. Come on, people.
Madeleines. A flower-shop daisy. Comfy jeans. Tracy Chapman. And now someone is offering me banana bread. And merryish is back!
I am less moody.