December 7, 1999.

Sometimes you just have to listen to someone more depressed than yourself. Some of my friends (Dav & Scott, I'm looking in your direction) don't like Nick Cave...but even they must admit that he's the most splendidly depressed Australian the world has yet produced.

Yeah. So, I'm kind of low. I started off the day tired & restless, wishing I could be somewhere other than work. On the drive in, my dad continued to pressure me on the banquet hall...he wants me to drop my vegan-except-for-the-actual-pieces-of-meat specification, something I came up with to make me happy with a sit down meal. He thinks I should let the hall provide a veggie meal for those that ask. My job is convincing him that I can specify a delicious vegan menu that everyone will enjoy.

Uphill work. He keeps threatening to close the deal without letting me talk to the caterer. Gr.

And after work, I spent 2 hours with my grandparents. The time was both intense & irritating in spots, just like my grandma. During dinner, 20 more people were added to the "have to invite them" list. I had to cut a bunch of young children & still we're up to 163 guests. My grandmother made a point of regretting aloud that I wasn't inviting my uncle's ex-lover.

Bah. This is killing me slowly.

Or at least that's how it feels tonight.

A life sentence spent sweeping confetti from the floor of a concrete hole.

In other news, I found out today that the lady I'm replacing at work is on bereavement. She just got back to full-time work after a huge accident, and now her boyfriend is dead. What a day for joy.

But on the plus side, the Boy has found a room to rent nearer to me & mine. This is happy news; as much as I loved Froghopper Nook, there's something weird in the air lately. It's like seeing little clouds on the horizon just after you leave the house. You don't know if it's going to clear up or if you should go back in and put on your rubber boots. So maybe that will change if I'm less of a frequent (mooching) guest. And it's especially nice to think of weeknights spent in idleness with the Boy. 'Cause that's what I'm all about.

And it ain't gonna rain any more now my baby's gone.

"Let's do some reconnaissance."
"You mean we'll all get to sculpt and paint and stuff?"
[pause]
"That's the Renaissance."
"Oh."

-buffy