November 30th, 2008
i was at as220 last night with jamie for kyle/derek's show, which was charming. their heads bopped in unison as they sat on the floor playing keyboard nonsense. after that we went to get some food. because jamie knows everyone in providence we were given a pile of free food, but before i had anything at all i suddenly got very sick. kyle drove me home and i curled up in bed, after calling into work and saying i wouldn't be able to come in tomorrow. the on-call lady was very snippy with me - "how am i supposed to fill a shift this late??" - and then i woke up this morning to a voicemail from one of my 900 supervisors asking if i could fill in a shift today. it was, of course, the very same shift i'd called out of. well done, ucp.
i'm feeling much better today, but still a little ominously heavy in the guts.
science fact: i almost never respond to emails. i don't know why. i'll read one and think "i should answer that and say blah blah!" and then i scroll down and never look at it again. or i just won't read it to begin with. i'm a jerk. on the same tip, i have giant piles everywhere of "to do" things that i should be doing.
relatedly, and somewhat explanatively:
* "sometimes i get so overwhelmed with life that i end up doing nothing because it's just so, well, overwhelming. i'm in that boat now and it's sink or swim to shore and i'm not sure that either is an option i want right now. so i sit back, rock the boat, hope it doesn't tip, hope i can bail the water out in time, but mostly just wait until something amazing or awful happens." [opposite day]
* "we spend our lives on the imaginary verge of an enormous change." [bobby burgess]
again relatedly, the co-ops are at a crossroads of sorts. we had a financial crisis (gee, just like ummm everything else everywhere) and a dude from nasco came out to assist us. his diagnosis mainly is that we are a "culture of neglect" and there's nothing to be done for us if we can't repair that ourselves. fucked if i know how this'll work, but let's see what we can do.
thanxgiving ruled. my little cousins are SO CUUUTE i can't handle it. i ate until i died. my family is ridiculous. jonathan was saying how he babysat for rachel (itty cousin) and had to change her diaper and what a travail that was. i mentioned how that morning at work i had changed a 50 yr old man's diaper, and everyone was impressed. or possibly some other thing.
np: They Shoot Horses Don't They - Indie/Rock Playlist: Best Of - 74 - One Last Final Push
i do the same thins with email. i reply in my head only.
that's it exactly. i reply in my head and somehow never translate that into real action
are Kyle and Derek brothers? is one of them going to father John Connor?