babble
Sunday, February 08, 2004
You think we're fly but we levitate:
This weekend didn't really go the way I wanted it to, in any way whatsoever. Well, actually, Friday went pretty much according to plan - in fact, it was pretty awesome - but the rest of the weekend reminded me of how unpredictable things can be. It's not that I didn't know that already, it's just that I like to be in control at all times, and sometimes I forget how odd it can be when life throws really teeny things at you and those tiny things throw your plans way off-track.
I guess that paragraph might lead you to believe that something major happened, or that something ridiculously crazy went awry that is forcing me to abandon everything and everyone I know and love and relocate to a remote cabin in the wilds of Montana, but that's not the case. Really, I just had some computer problems and a flat tire.
See, no big deal. But the first paragraph made everything sound so much more exciting and dramatic, no?
Anyway, on Friday I had a rad day, got a lot of work done in the morning, had a long lunch with a good friend, walked around Old Town Pasadena a bit on one of the most beautiful days in recent memory, and got a lot of errands taken care of. I fucking love days like that. They make me appreciate the simplest things that I have, like freedom and friendship and good health.
God, I'm sappy.
Saturday was a little different. It actually all started on Friday night - after I got home from my fabulous day I started working on some computer stuff because I needed to update some software for these geek presentations I'm working on, and I kept having intermittent installation and networking problems. I ended up staying up far too late working on it, and slept far too late on Saturday, and whenever I sleep longer than I intended to I always feel like I missed out on something and then I proceed to kick myself for an hour or so for oversleeping. Anyway, by the time I got my shit together and started working on my project again, I realized I would have to skip the William Gibson talk and book signing I was planning to go to on Saturday night. I was bummed, but remember all that shit I was saying about sucking it up and putting my career first? Yeah, so I did that. Consequently, I didn't leave the house from the time I got home on Friday afternoon until I stepped out the door early Sunday afternoon to go to Caryn's so we could go to a kickass photography exhibition, which is when I noticed the flat tire. Yippee!
I corralled a neighbor to take me to the auto parts store so I could get some of that fix-a-flat stuff, then drove my precioussss to the little shop on the corner. Turns out it was just a leaky valve stem, which is cool since it was cheap to fix, but now I'm all overly paranoid about my tires and will proceed to check the pressure every time I get in the car. I am sure this will only convince all of my friends that I am, in fact, as insane as they suspected.
So anyway, I spent Sunday fixing that and working on the geek presentations, and somehow found the time to stretch two of my bitchen piercings that you will never, ever see. Unless you buy me really expensive presents.
babbled by Kat @ 9:18:00 PM |
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