November 24, 1999.

Today my mom turns 46. Although this site is a secret (and she's in FLA), perhaps she can feel these best wishes subliminally. Despite my complaining, I do love her a great deal. I just she'd cede some voting stock on my actions.

Quiet day, one of those days when I finally have the time to do all of the little things that have been accreting - but then I have difficulty prioritizing, so most remains undone. I seem to be in a reduced state of boredom & depression these days - funk lite, if you will. With only 2 days a week spent working, I have little to distract me from...well, everything else.

Dirk has come up with a brilliant scheme to get me back into the city; unfortunately, one of my problems is that my parents have repeatedly expressed their happiness at having me live in their home...thus I feel horridly undutiful whenever I contemplate escape. The ties that bind, the claws that catch. Sigh.

Another problem with Dirk's scheme is that it would place me in the midst of Tiger Lily issues I had considered buried - if uneasily. But maybe resolution is what's called for at this point. At any rate, I was pleased to discover during the planning that I actually am missed. Sometimes my friends aren't as demonstrative as they are amusing.

New game at the Nook: one person holds the cat while another excites her with a dancing dot of light from a laser pen. When she's suitably frantic, the call goes up:

Release the cat!!

And so forth.