What I Did On Presidents Day Weekend
Went to a party and met a man with a bone through his nose.
Crashed my hard drive and had to reinstall the whole damn system. Grrrrr.
Had a long talk with a friend about her break up with her boyfriend. She thanked me for not trying to talk her out of suicide.
Went to someone's birthday party at a restaurant, and was so shocked by the cost I made an ass of myself by exclaiming aloud.
Saw only two hours of daylight on Saturday; the rest of the time I was asleep.
Bought Celebrity Skin magazine to check out, you know, celebrity skin. Unfortunately, they were all females. I'd hoped for nudie pix of Keanu Reeves and Brendan Fraser.
Suffered from a craving for sushi all weekend, usually at impossible times like midnight.
Drank one beer one night and didn't get a headache. Drank two glasses of sangria the next night and didn't get a headache. I pronounce myself able to drink again.
Rearranged the living room furniture. Feng shui.
Discussed the withdrawal symptoms of Paxil with my sister who stupidly went cold turkey off 20 mgs a day. Do not mess with SSRI doses. Trust me on this one.
Indulged in major 80's nostalgia and bought CD's by Sinead O'Connor, Squeeze, and Tears For Fears.
Watched Iron Chef (Melon Confront), the Westminster Dog Show, and quite a lot of a bad tv movie about Jackie Onassis.
Decided I must absolutely get a degree of some sort or I'll always be prey to a virulent form of self-hate combined with self-pity. Even an A.A. would be helpful.
Arranged to have a masseur come to my workplace on Tuesday to give me a massage.
Read three books, five magazines, and numerous papers. Wrote very little.
Copped out and did a list instead of an essay for this entry.
