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I have some REALLY cool e-mail friends out there.
High: Well? I can find my CD's now.
Low: Still haven't gotten ahold of Michael.
I'm actually a little nervous about being able to get to sleep tonight.
Marie called tonight from her mom's, all bouncy because her mom bought her a cell phone.
"...Late December back in '63..."
(still)
Messing around with the camera and taking pictures of Calvin's baby.
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April 9, 2002
Lonesome
I'm sitting here in the bedroom at the computer, with some movie playing in the background - the one with Ashley Judd and Hugh Jackman and Greg Kinnear. The name escapes.
I'm lonesome tonight, because Calvin's in Chicago and Marie is spending the night at her mom's. So here's what I did after X(f) picked Marie up:
Organized our CD collection, and discovered duplicate copies of Lou Bega, Van Halen's Greatest Hits, Ozzy's "Osmosis", and Def Leppard's "Hysteria". Updated the CD list in the catalog (we have a 200 disc carousel which of *course* necessitates a catalog!).
Talked to Calvin three times, but didn't really have a lot to say. So we breathed at each other for a while, and I hollered at him for trying to give away what happens on "24" tonight, since he sees it two hours earlier.
Ate dinner - crocked chicken breasts which cooked in a mixture of cream of chicken, cream of celery, cooking sherry, worcestershire, and seasonings. Served it over a bed of instant rice boiled in chicken broth. It turned out rather tasty. Gypsy got the leftovers. She approved.
Played darts with myself, while listening to Robert Plant's "Now and Zen" album. I Swear To God, I got three bullseyes in a row. First time in my life that's ever happened, and there was NOBODY HERE TO SEE IT! Marie called right after I'd done it and I was still sputtering. She says she believes me, but of course I'll have to duplicate it to prove to everyone I'm not a liar.
Did abs exercises ("Go away, tummy!") and arms exercises (I think there's something seriously wrong with my left arm).
Watched "24". I do love that show, and I lurve me some Kiefer. What is it about the brooding type that attracts me to them?
Fed the dogs. Rinsed out their water dish and kiddy pool. Checked the chemicals in the hot tub.
Wandered around the house and turned off all the lights. Poured myself a glass of wine. Shut myself in my bedroom with the TV and computer. The Rule is that after the rest of the house is shut down, I'm not going out of the bedroom until morning.
Surfed. Read Terry. Surfed. Read another Terry. Surfed some more. Read about poor Wuss. Poked around on some more websites whose updates I'd already read today. Wished everyone had my IM name so I could converse with someone (you out there, Dawn? It's now well after midnight in New York and I'll be blessed if I'm calling that late.).
Decided to write an entry. Here it is.
It's so quiet in the house that for the first time in ages I can hear crickets outside. I caught myself last night (during an odd insomniatic fit that left me awake until nearly 3:00 in the morning) lying in bed and trying to put myself back into my bedroom at Grandma's, where the crickets in the summer were so loud they classified as a cacophony. But that just made me blue. So I turned on the light, turned on the TV (some sports channel thing about How Great And Wonderful Tiger Woods Is), did some e-mailing.
The dogs are barking at something, which doesn't bother me in the slightest. Because it's only Gadget and Kye that are barking. If Gypsy were barking too, that would mean that there is indeed Something To Bark About.
I'm lonely. This is going nowhere. Signing off now!