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2004-02-13

Mood, an examination

Iím trying to shake this cranky mood. Dancing in my office to the Chemical Brothers does help a bit. Another slow day, which is good, because I get more done when I am not interrupted. Obviously.

Itís almost the weekend, almost a long weekend. I should feel happy for these few impending days away from a busy, stressful office. Instead, I am stressed about juggling the obligations and events of the weekend, organizing and planning, knowing what Iím going to do and how and when Iím going to do it.

Yesterday afternoon was lovely and relaxing. I left the office early, snatched up M.s. and went to La Jolla. Panini with an ocean-view. Sea-lions barking and sun-bathing, swimming around the caves, taunting each other and toying with a wannabe - a human with a snorkel and fins. The day was beautiful, the scenery spectacular. Hundreds of black birds dotted the side of the cliffs, a gopher gathered grass in her cheeks as she darted in and out of her little hole. I like that place.

Last night, we had a pleasant and speedy dinner and then headed over to the mummification workshop. Oh, that amusing leather community of San Diego. The speaker was entertaining and informative (gee, I had no idea it was bad to actually leave your mummy! Oops!) Flashbacks of the very unsafe things I used to do to one of my toys kept flashing in my mind as they went over ďthe rules.Ē I really am surprised I never ended up in an emergency room, giving the doctors and nurses something juicy to bring home to their friends and family Ė ďyou will never BELIEVE what came into the emergency room TODAY!Ē Heh, heh. Live and learn, right? Iím still dying to use that alginate I got from the dentist so many years ago.

Anyway, my father returns tonight, Iíll be picking him up. Iím sure heíll be exhausted, traveling straight from Germany. My family is pressuring me to visit before the scheduled event on Sunday. Tomorrow I should get my paper done, though little second-cousins and big first-cousins are demanding my presence in Chula Juana. Sunday, bar-b-cue in San Marcos, most likely a day-long affair, though it will be nice to hang with the fam for once in a while. Where is the time Iím supposed to have this weekend? WHERE IS MY FUCKING DOWN-TIME?

Iím very close to having some kind of ďepisode.Ē I think Iíll read tonight. Read, pick up my father, visit until he passes out, and read some more. Tomorrow, I will support M.s. and give him a little something we can both look forward to. Iíll also do my homework and try very hard not to cry over it (I have difficulty beginning assignments, but once I get going, Iím fine). Sunday, I will go see my family. In the morning, my father walks as a member of the church heís been at forever, I will be there to see him and support him. Then I will go up north to visit with my family for the rest of the day, and in the evening, Amnesty International at the Ould Sod sounds like fun.

There. A Plan. Now shouldnít I feel better? You would think.

-Barbarella

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Mood, an examination 2004-02-13 9:37 a.m. Iím trying to shake this cranky mood. Dancing in my office to the Chemical Brothers does help a bit. Another slow day, which is good, because I get more done when I am not interrupted. Obviously.

Itís almost the weekend, almost a long weekend. I should feel happy for these few impending days away from a busy, stressful office. Instead, I am stressed about juggling the obligations and events of the weekend, organizing and planning, knowing what Iím going to do and how and when Iím going to do it.

Yesterday afternoon was lovely and relaxing. I left the office early, snatched up M.s. and went to La Jolla. Panini with an ocean-view. Sea-lions barking and sun-bathing, swimming around the caves, taunting each other and toying with a wannabe - a human with a snorkel and fins. The day was beautiful, the scenery spectacular. Hundreds of black birds dotted the side of the cliffs, a gopher gathered grass in her cheeks as she darted in and out of her little hole. I like that place.

Last night, we had a pleasant and speedy dinner and then headed over to the mummification workshop. Oh, that amusing leather community of San Diego. The speaker was entertaining and informative (gee, I had no idea it was bad to actually leave your mummy! Oops!) Flashbacks of the very unsafe things I used to do to one of my toys kept flashing in my mind as they went over ďthe rules.Ē I really am surprised I never ended up in an emergency room, giving the doctors and nurses something juicy to bring home to their friends and family Ė ďyou will never BELIEVE what came into the emergency room TODAY!Ē Heh, heh. Live and learn, right? Iím still dying to use that alginate I got from the dentist so many years ago.

Anyway, my father returns tonight, Iíll be picking him up. Iím sure heíll be exhausted, traveling straight from Germany. My family is pressuring me to visit before the scheduled event on Sunday. Tomorrow I should get my paper done, though little second-cousins and big first-cousins are demanding my presence in Chula Juana. Sunday, bar-b-cue in San Marcos, most likely a day-long affair, though it will be nice to hang with the fam for once in a while. Where is the time Iím supposed to have this weekend? WHERE IS MY FUCKING DOWN-TIME?

Iím very close to having some kind of ďepisode.Ē I think Iíll read tonight. Read, pick up my father, visit until he passes out, and read some more. Tomorrow, I will support M.s. and give him a little something we can both look forward to. Iíll also do my homework and try very hard not to cry over it (I have difficulty beginning assignments, but once I get going, Iím fine). Sunday, I will go see my family. In the morning, my father walks as a member of the church heís been at forever, I will be there to see him and support him. Then I will go up north to visit with my family for the rest of the day, and in the evening, Amnesty International at the Ould Sod sounds like fun.

There. A Plan. Now shouldnít I feel better? You would think.