Monday, November 01, 2004 Bits and pieces I. Am. Tired. Exhausted. Weary. Worn out. Zonked. My feet hurt, my concentration is shot, and the only way I was able to get out of bed this morning was by inches. I inched my way to the end of the bed until I could not inch no more. It was all very dignified. On the plus side, I had a really good weekend. Bowling with work people on Friday, where I managed three -- count 'em, THREE -- strikes. A groovy, college-esque house party on Saturday night after an afternoon spent running errands of a highly enjoyable nature. Oooh, and softball on Sunday, where I CAUGHT A DEEP FLY BALL. Caught it. With my glove. And my bosom. (To specify -- I brought my glove up to my chest after the ball had landed in it.) Fortunately, there wasn't anyone on base, because I proceeded to jump up and down with giddy delight. Not exactly World Series behavior. Then I held a WeHo Carnaval pre-party -- pretty much the first party I've ever thrown on my own. (There was a party in college I co-organized, but I wasn't hosting and all I did was decorate.) It seemed to go well. People drank punch and mingled and talked and watched Scream on mute while Marilyn Manson played. At one point, I went outside to make a phone call and listened to the sounds coming out of my apartment. Sounds like a party, I thought. And the Carnaval was fun, though the knee-high high-heeled boots? Not the most practical for a three mile walk. Saw great costumes and did some excellent campaigning for Sexy President, though. There might be a picture later, I think. *g* In the meantime, though, man am I done. All I want to do for the next week is read, write, go to the gym, watch TV, and knit. Oh, and vote. Mypollingplace.com is down, but if you're in LA County you can confirm your destination here. Which reminds me. Still have to read the election book and make decisions about propositions. Maybe I'll do that tonight, after going to the gym. I'll sit on the couch with my highlighter and a cup of tea... in my pajamas... with an afghan on my lap... You guys go on ahead. I'll be right here. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.