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2003-03-21

Sliding into Home, is it Five yet?

I am reminded of all thatís good in the worldÖ

Last night, after a HELL day at the office (donít even get me started on menopausal women, Iím sure to be one of them some day Ė 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 havenít heard from in a LONG time (and whom I still need to call back), my sister, a friend of the family, my other sisterÖ no time to cry, no time to give in. So I just went.

Over to Janeís, 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

Thereís a lot happening this weekend, but somehow, after last weekendís psycho-stomp through the Big Apple, a few little events here and there seem quite manageable, almost lackadaisical. Tonight, my father gets home!!! Yay! Iím sure we will catch up with each other for a bit, but heíll be tired, so Iíll probably head back over to a friendís, 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 airÖ walking on the grassÖ perhaps some more art and hopefully, a whole lot of people-watching. A day away from the television. I donít have to find out immediately what happens. Tell me later, after I enjoy the day. Saturday night, hmm, couldnít tell you. Iíll 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, itís 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.

Fuckiní FridayÖ letís get this baby started.

-Barbarella

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Sliding into Home, is it Five yet? 2003-03-21 8:51 a.m. I am reminded of all thatís good in the worldÖ

Last night, after a HELL day at the office (donít even get me started on menopausal women, Iím sure to be one of them some day Ė 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 havenít heard from in a LONG time (and whom I still need to call back), my sister, a friend of the family, my other sisterÖ no time to cry, no time to give in. So I just went.

Over to Janeís, 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

Thereís a lot happening this weekend, but somehow, after last weekendís psycho-stomp through the Big Apple, a few little events here and there seem quite manageable, almost lackadaisical. Tonight, my father gets home!!! Yay! Iím sure we will catch up with each other for a bit, but heíll be tired, so Iíll probably head back over to a friendís, 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 airÖ walking on the grassÖ perhaps some more art and hopefully, a whole lot of people-watching. A day away from the television. I donít have to find out immediately what happens. Tell me later, after I enjoy the day. Saturday night, hmm, couldnít tell you. Iíll 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, itís 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.

Fuckiní FridayÖ letís get this baby started.