Spent the evening resting/sleeping since I didn't have to open the Café last night.I have been fighting a little cold, I believe it's the same cold from last week, it just won't go away.I spent most of the day in bed because I have nothing to do and no one to do it with.And I'm also a little depressed.I'll survive.I am actually thinking about getting another job.I want something to accentuate this one, just a day or two somewhere else.I just need to have a more regular schedule at the Westside and I'll be able to figure out my availability.Or, I'll just make my own availability!
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I had stopped writing and went back to sleep after that passage above.Then I got up, padded into the kitchen and found that my psycho-mate decided to give me a bit of food.Well, more than a bit.There was a huge aluminum foiled thing in there and when I went to lift it, it was heavy as all get out.I opened it and found that it was a gigantic meatloaf!That was quite a surprise!There were also containers of smashed potatoes, vegetable medleys and a few other items.I haven't a clue where they came from and I am not complaining that they were left for me.I just feel that somehow, I will be paying for this "free meal" in one way or another.So I did what any self-respecting grubber would do, I made myself a plate, snuck back into my crypt and ate like a fiend!Meredith and I text messaged back and forth for a bit about going to the gym, first at eleven-thirty, which was decided on before I fell back asleep, and then it was changed to nine-thirty before I woke, which I found out when I checked my messages.I got up, shook off the last vestiges of sleep, and got my ass in gear, since I read the message only an hour before the time had changed.I did not really want to go but I bucked up and waited for her to come and collect me.
The gym was empty and I did what I do when I am there, nothing special nor too extreme.After spending the last two days in bed, I had to ease myself back into the "Kong" mode.
I got home after working out and here I am, rereading this dreck and wondering why anyone would think my life is so bloody fabulous!
My dreams have been interesting but like I said in a recent past entry, I don't want to/won't relate them here.I think it's my mind, trying to sort things out.
Not gonna happen.
I am still watching "The Lord of the Rings" extended versions.I am watching them backwards, it's odd, I watch the extras first and then I watch the movies.I think I am watching them because my copy of the book is gone, I had lent it to a friend of mine who's now in ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Florida.I read that book at least once a year; I know most of it by heart.And yet, I still find things in there that are fascinating.I guess because different parts of it relate to different things that are going on in my life at the time, it never changes, it's a book but, I change and I bring my experiences to it with each reading.Since I don't have the book in my possession right now, I watch the movie.
It's not really the same.But the movie is wonderful, an incredible adaptation of what I thought was an un-adaptable book.I remember as a kid really identifying with Frodo, his struggle and the pain of his process in destroying the Ring of Power.Now I have other characters that I identify with that resonate more with me, Boromir, Aragorn, even Gandalf.Of course, I am still totally in love with Galadriel.The fact that Cate Blanchett played her in the movie made her even more fabulous!
Okay, enough rambling.I am going to sleep, again, after watching "Signs".I hate this movie, it scares the living fuck out of me!
I am a life long resident of this little island on the east coast of New Jersey and I am the walking representation of Atlantic City. Which doesn't say much for the city. I'm a professional party guest.