From Friday:hi taters.
Today's been a kind of pudding-slow day. i ended up going home soon after i got here for a CD with IE4 on it since i can't download it from anywhere any more. A (the girl I'm working with, a fine, fine girl) is at a meeting and thus can't tell me if there's anything more to do than I just did. I'm a teensy bit bored.
CWS mailed me earlier today and asked me if I wanted to be on a nationally televised talk show next week. It was highly surreal. i ended up talking on the phone to a producer. This is not my beautiful house.... I don't know if i'm going to do it. It's for a 'geek makeover' and I don't know if i want to be on TV badly enough to miss three days of work. Still. Me on TV! Me on TV!
I don't think I want to use up my 15 minutes of fame on this talk show, though.
They would pay for me to go to Chicago. Um.
I was thinking about my reproductive system last night. (Oh, here she goes again, talking about that gross girl stuff, you're thinking in your heart of hearts. Admit it. i know you're thinking it.) I have an appointment on monday to see the doctor about its function or lack thereof.
And i was thinking that even when i was on the Pill, I had horrid cramps, and nasty, nasty mood swings. However, the cramps would generally start after I noticed I was bleeding. I'd realize I was bleeding and then, bam, cramps. I'm starting to think that this perhaps isn't entirely physical. Perhaps the cramps are the physical manifestation of how much I hate/hated spending 10 days out of every 30 bleeding like a stuck pig, grumpy and hating to be touched.
Perhaps the bleeding and the pain are so inextricably linked in my body's memory that one always goes with the other, no matter how I'd like them to be separated. I could live without ever getting the kinds of cramps that make thinking and moving utterly impossible. I could live without ever getting my period again, too; I think a person who has no real chance of ever reproducing shouldn't have to go through this shit every month. However, i know that not bleeding probably has been having adverse effects on my body.
Bleah. Wish there was a way of just shutting it off.
So tonight--the preview booksale for the Friends of the Seattle Library. I'm so there. tomorrow--finishing up a project, more booksale, and sleep, sweet sleep.
maybe you'll be there.
later taters.
I found out that there's no way that I can leave next week and be on the talk show, which nixed the idea altogether. It's a fun near-miss story, though. The booksale was pretty darned cool, and I got a number of good linguistics books, as well as The Very Hungry Caterpillar. That book kicks so much ass! Puddle got a fun book called "understanding your sex drive" which was basically an abstinence lecture in book form, warning of all the dangers of sex. Of course, it didn't offer any alternatives to sex, either.The funniest part was the bit where it basically says, "If you've kissed, man, it's all over." I'd like to tell the dude who wrote the book hat I've kissed plenty of people I've not had sex with.
Lillith is poking at me. i think she thinks it's time for bed.
and, actually, it is. funny, that. night.
"I'm bored. This is now your problem."—I used to show up on people's doorsteps and say this.
outside: pretty but chilly
doing: planning the front yard
to do: meta tags, get ahold of LL
words: The Square Foot Garden
heavy rotation: Out of Time REM
link: Geek Pride
energy level (out of ten): 5
dream: dentist dreams. owie.
