OK, maybe not 37, but check back today for more stupid little items as they occur to me today.

Hoo boy, am I glad to know that shizzle-nizzling is not a crime.

I am sore tempted to buy an Abbie the Cat mug. Then again, I should save my money for a new (ahem) massager. I’m getting more and more tense as the days go by.

Kinda conflicted about what to do tomorrow night: W. is having a tiki party in her new tiki bar and lounge. D. doesn’t arrive from DC until 9:30 p.m. Ordinarily, that would be no problem, we’d just head over to W.’s when he got in. But I somehow plum forgot that I’d promised D. we could go see Amy Rigby tomorrow night at the Lizard Lounge. Oh, and T. wants D. and I to go to the Abbey Lounge with her and K. Now I’m not one to shun weekend plans, but I’d just so much rather bring the rock action on a Saturday when I’m better rested and feel like staying out late.

Guess I should continue sifting through apartment listings. Ugh, this whole process gives me the howling fantods. I’m sure D. and I will find a place that’s close to the T and halfway decent-sized, but the stress of not knowing today where we’ll be living in a couple of months does unpleasant things to my anxiety levels. Maybe I’ll do the escapist thing and sneak out of work early.

(Later)

Or not. Maybe I’ll just write emails to D. and friends and do some actual work.

I have to say that The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay is one of the best novels I’ve read in quite some time. Chabon’s graceful touch with vivid, original metaphors and descriptions just knocks me out — I spent about half an hour this weekend reading passages to D. that I thought were particularly wonderful. And the story itself is exciting, funny, sad, and compelling. This is my first foray into Chabon’s writing; I imagine there’ll be more in the future.

I wish that the people in my pod would leave so I can sneak out like a proper slacker. They’re having some heated conversation about PR or something.

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