December 18, 1998.

Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

I feel awfully restless. Leisure does that to me. I have no problem doing nothing when I supposed to be doing something, it's just set aside leisure time that makes me feel like a cat in a cage. Woe.

Went Xmas shopping this afternoon, just for something to do (if it's not the very last second, I can afford to be nonchalant, okay?) I can't tell you what I got, but I can say that I'm the best girlfriend in the world. I hope that isn't too big of a hint there.

Then I came home & made dinner for my brother & myself. Vegetarian stuff, since my brother said farewell to the flesh a year ago. Kind of interesting, and without the guilt of meat. The cooking didn't thrill me. I wish I could just give the responsibility to others, but there are no others right now. If I want to eat a decent meal, I have to make it myself. Getting old is such a drag. Liquor & drugs & sex & nightclubs aren't half enough compensation.

Why didn't anyone let me know?

Went out last night. It felt like a long time, but really, it's only been 6 days since the party at Saint Stephen's. Exam's do that to your sense of relativity, I guess. And reality, come to think. Anyway, I got together with Upright Animal & the Boy at a local pub for conversation & refreshments. Meetings with the Animal tend to be rare - for one reason or another, I never quite connect with my schedule most of the time. When we do, it's rather wonderful - a strange mix of silly and smart, just enough to keep me off balance. We have fun.

Unfortunately, it was kareoke night at the pub, so we couldn't get much chat in. It tickled the hell out of the Boy, though...kareoke is quite high on his list of moral lapses. Given enough beer and enough Oasis songs, he'll be up and down off the stage all night. I thought it was cute, but Animal hates kareoke, so he must have been humouring us.

Spent the rest of the night watching teevee and reading Donald Westlake. A good night, if quiet. At least we saw each other on Thursday night {trying to look on the bright side}. It's hard to be sunshiny on 2 hours less sleep than usual, okay?

And on that note...

Oh, and fuck you too, Lizzie.