may 8, 2002.

I am a very sleepy bunny today. Yesterday was the Boy's birthday, and we celebrated with a late showing of Spiderman. A very late showing of Spiderman. The theatre was absolutely packed with 20- & 30-somethings, so either there are a lot of people who have not found a job for the summer or many people are joining me in sleepy crank land.

I shouldn't complain though...the name of the game is to make sure the birthday boy has a good time, and he was very happy all day long. I had to go to work at the usual time, but he took a lengthy wander along the local dykes that only stopped when he realized he had entered the next town. The best part is that after he had finally come home, sunburnt & footsore after a three hour walk, Jerry called up.

"It's a beautiful day, and for all we know it could be snowing tomorrow! Let's go hiking!"

And so it went.

We stayed in for dinner, mixing up some delicious portabella mushrooms and grilling 2 of the biggest steaks anyone has ever expected me to eat. Despite the fact that I'm not grown-up enough to like wine, we managed to polish off a bottle of Australian sparkling chardonnay in between slices of fruit flan and taped episodes of the Tick. All in all, a very quality time. There's something significant to be said for the well-done birthday at home. I think intimate is the adjective I'm looking for here. And although I miss my friends very much at times, I was glad to spend the time chilling with the Boy and thinking happily about all of the birthdays we still have ahead of us. (That is, if I stop using carcinogenic hair dyes and drinking aspartame every day.)

I'm feeling a bit harried right now. My parents & assorted others are due to arrive in three days, and I have yet to make any inroads on the cramped mess that is the study. Not to mention the laundering and dusting and vacuuming and shopping. My beloved laptop will be returning to the university in two days, and I have yet to make any data backups. I'm sleepy as hell, I'm harried as hell, and to top it all off, I can't even go to bed early because I promised to help Hermione unpack. I get my hair dyed in return which is not a bad bargain, but still. All I want to do is whine.

I guess the final note in my Anxiety Aria is that my Red Dollar Days are a week and a half late. Of the two of us, I have the most qualifications for lucrative employment, so should I be [p-word], I will lose my margin of navel-gazing time and will be forced to begin teaching as soon as possible. This is stress I don't need. But I only have myself to blame. As the Specials like to say:

"Try wearing a cap!"

- "too much too young"

2 years ago today: hot! hot! hot!