I am reminded of all that’s good in the world…

Last night, after a HELL day at the office (don’t even get me started on menopausal women, I’m sure to be one of them some day – but I could have slapped one of them, and the other one felt my wrath in the form of blunt verbal observation), I came very close to giving in to the urge. To collapse and cry my stress away, as soon as I got home. Unfortunately, for my desire to give in, that is, I was too busy, as people were calling left and right. An old friend I haven’t heard from in a LONG time (and whom I still need to call back), my sister, a friend of the family, my other sister… no time to cry, no time to give in. So I just went.

Over to Jane’s, eldest in our clan, to return her luggage, show pictures, hand off what was left of the New York cookies, and have dinner. I started to relax a little. Jenny and Jane, hanging out, talking and laughing, catching up a bit, it was so nice, so comfortable.

After dinner, I headed over to the zone. I continued to unwind as Fred Astaire danced on the screen. The ultimate relaxation came later, when M.s. properly rid me of any tension in my body, and I slept so well. sigh

There’s a lot happening this weekend, but somehow, after last weekend’s psycho-stomp through the Big Apple, a few little events here and there seem quite manageable, almost lackadaisical. Tonight, my father gets home!!! Yay! I’m sure we will catch up with each other for a bit, but he’ll be tired, so I’ll probably head back over to a friend’s, where music will be playing and art will be happening in a big way.

Tomorrow, I plan on gallivanting through the park with a few close friends, feeling the fresh air… walking on the grass… perhaps some more art and hopefully, a whole lot of people-watching. A day away from the television. I don’t have to find out immediately what happens. Tell me later, after I enjoy the day. Saturday night, hmm, couldn’t tell you. I’ll most likely take some time to use M.s., cheeky little thing could use some abusing, but alas, I am too kind.

Sunday, the SHOW! Some time with family and then Bunky and Rookie Card at the Casbah, it’s bound to be a GREAT time! I hope I make it out (depends on how much homework I get done over the weekend). Oh, yeah.

Fuckin’ Friday… let’s get this baby started.

-Barbarella

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