Some experimental notes

Memories have faded and the plotlines weren't all that cohesive to begin with. Did not seem to get the "it's the last day of school and I haven't finished my English paper" one that has popped up a few times lately. Did have an episode involving my (new) car disappearing briefly from where I had somewhat thoughtlessly parked it for a pickup. Although mine is not a convertible. Or a Beetle, come to think of it. It came back with a note in longhand on yellow legal explaining the difficulty ... but was just devastating for it to be gone when I came back outside. I jogged around the nearby blocks of this indeterminate downtown area for an hour, getting more and more upset. And yes, I am nervous about the car, paying for it, and what all that represents and links to, so that's an easy one. For one I don't see how you can be grown up when the people you work for to pay for things aren't.


Perhaps I should mention that the question of "do you believe your car is where you parked it" has come up a lot in theological discourse. Some days I do believe it, and I am always hopeful it will be there, but I have trouble characterizing this as belief in context because of the political weight I put on irrationalism..

I spent some time pondering the status of things amongst myself and the woman I'm having dinner with again tonight. Eventually i recalled some trivia details from a earlier chat which answered one question. For the rest of it I am trying to play better than previously. I think my best conclusion was to say, "Remind me, in six months, if we are still dating friendly-like, to ask you what's going on." and to enjoy it in the meantime and not worry much. I also conceived of which t-shirt to wear, surely a more important question *snort* and yes, Ill be linking her to this, although she doesn't LJ much.

Resumed primary metabolic functions around 0430. Came downstairs, washed dishes and tidied kitchen, including finally washing my Wok from Tues (last) stir-fry experiment (no casualities). Had to get sinks clear first... *grumble*

Am annoyed at roomie for continued slack re: kitchen, dishes, and trash, particularly given the financial situation.. I'm trying to sort out how to communicate this to him without pesky emotional overlays.

I'm trying to get in a few episodes of Irasshai (off my old VHS bootlegs) as part of the "study Japanese so I feel less guilt" plan. A bit of Irasshai, some LRNJ, and hopefully a few more aleph-bets this week should keep that part of my conscience soothed.

And so the week begins with studying Japanese off the terebi and being annoyed at roomie. Certainly not as pleasant as the beginnings of some other days of late, but I'll take it ..

My oatmeal (from a packet) is essentially un-ornamented, and made with water besides. And I let it get cold while washing the wok.

Dreams were ( damn goofy )

And here's more Irasshai...

Crawled up on the couch to watch the second Serling (about a man in a town called Happiness, Arizona whose trade is raising the dead) and fell asleep before the middle of it. Woke in the 4 o'clock hour, got off the couch, had a piece of chocolate from the freezer, and went upstairs and straight back to sleep. Woke at 8:30 to shut off alarm, bedclothes were almost completely on the floor. Roomie shouted sometime in the 11 o'clock hour, got out of bed a few minutes later.

Dreamt of arguing with my father about not showering enough (never happened), a therapy session in an open room at the rear of some institution, searching for my school backpack, discussing sophmore curricula with an English teacher (in my mom's dining room), can't recall the name of the poet in question, while digging the box of good cereal out of the back of the pie safe.

Going to try and appease the cat terrorist and then hit the road. Throat is still a bit scratchy, although each time, it seems fine for the first couple minutes I am upright. Drainage?