What a nightmare! It was a little past 2 a.m. when David woke me from my successful no-pants-nap-time-couch-party, to deliver horrible stories of close encounters with our hometown. The most enjoyable perk of our moving around as we did is that we have rare occasion to see these ‘ghosts’ of a former life unless we have sought them out. Incantations and such, very complicated- do not trouble yourself with the details dear. The trouble is that too many are migrating this way, as recent transplants I suppose long term transplants may consider us part of this growing legion of invaders but I say nay, we are awesome and you are lucky to have us! I have never been so proud of a place, Portland is where the weirdest dreams come to have themselves reenacted by nontraditional theatre types on street corners , glorious. Easily it is the most interesting and pleasant sort of place with the most delicious people and food, yum. My point is defiantly lost in my enthusiasm and I am totally okay with that.
Perhaps writing blogs in the middle of the night before collapsing into weekend coma mode is not in good judgment, anyway. David had the unfortunate displeasure of unwillingly conversing with someone from high school who it turns out held a very low opinion of my ability to form lasting romantic relationships. Yeah, not that I am offended that he holds me in such low regard but rather the audacity of this maybe recovered junkie thinking of me at all. Ecstatic I missed out on this uncomfortable event by joining #LOFNOHC and celebrating the doctrine of Morrissey *swoon* with like minded, albeit agoraphobic, math loving, sweat-pant clad types. They have llamas, confused? See @amandapalmer via twitter for further details.
Today was also gym membership day one, meaning I am sore and a little exhausted. David spent a great deal of the time mocking me for not sweating enough, it is okay though I will kick him with great enthusiasm as he sleeps drunkenly on my side of the bed. Then I will take photos of him sucking his thumb and hugging the newest stuffed monster toy in my collection, twittering them, at least two a minute! Maybe not, though I am quite tempted now, damn. Seriously, what kind of ass criticizes people at the gym? Has he not read the manual? The gym is for cruising people and exercising at the same time to eventually look better naked. I watched the wedding singer on the elliptical machine, as well. I love the gym, mostly because I find it ridiculous.
Speaking of ridiculous, I am having so very many scheduling maladies at the moment. I really wanted to have this whole road trip following the Whomping Willows and the Remus Lupins on their summer tour in the NW but I have no passport and now Tori Amos is going to be here at the same time. I am beginning to think that planning anything in advance will be my ruin. It is most likely that I will cancel the road trip, buy Tori tickets for Saturday and see the wizard rock heartthrobs on Sunday. Unless I can get my passport in time (and get the time off work) to go to Vancouver mid-week and leave Saturday morning to see Tori back here in Portland, then wizard meet-up on Sunday. Still only seeing them twice but clocking many miles on the station wagon .
Troubles with the television, is how I would sum up my newest time expense. I am heading into finale season with my heart on my sleeve and popcorn at hand. Dollhouse, Lost, Supernatural… omfg. This is becoming so indulgent! However will I explain this on my annual time-expense report! *a flash of panic slowly fades as she adjusts her glasses on the bridge of her nose and then taking the pencil pensively from behind her ear she worries at the abused eraser nub, eyes focused on something unidentifiable, not likely of this realm* Sigh, it appears that tonight will likely see an early end as I have spent too long out of bed and will be unable to soundly return to my slumber. Bother, you are lovely.
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