Saturday, March 12, 2005
Friday, March 11, 2005
Wakey, wakey
I jumped into bed and went unconscious after doing my graveyard shift.
After a few hours into my sleep the phone rang. Eventually, I assured some lady with a heavy cantonese accent that this number, however correct - was not a flower shop.
As I hung up, getting ready to drift back to unconsciousness, a heavy motor blasted to life underneath my window.
Oof.
I tried to fight through the decibels, dogpaddling to slumberland, and then the fone rung again. *sigh* Another wrong number. I hung up but realized that the heavy unmuffled motor of the San Francisco Department of Public Works cleaning truck was not about to shut off any time soon.
There was not gonna be any sleep to be had.
HOkay. The gods wanted me awake right then.
I dont question the signs anymore, I just go along with them.
The crew soon finished and I diddled around on the computer, checking mail, updating forums, wondering why she hadnt written me yet.
Because she called me as soon as I finished the thought.
Thats why I needed to be up.
JPennant: hows trix?
gabz: trix are for kids
gabz: ;-)
JPennant: heheh
JPennant: Talked to the ex just now. Felt good.
gabz: awww.. :-)
JPennant: funny how you can care for someone who is, frankly, difficult - but find their weirdness endearing
gabz: yeup, i agree. it's funny..and frustrating
JPennant: yup. frustrating
JPennant: but nice when it flows
JPennant: but Ive realized its a two way street.
JPennant: its nice when someone accepts *your* quirks :-)
gabz: true true
JPennant: well, Im gonna do the "work on being friends/play it by ear" deal. Again.
JPennant: wish me luck :-)
gabz: GOOD LUCK!
JPennant: :-)
JPennant: heh.. naturally my horrorscope today goes:
What would happen if you just let go of plaguing commitment issues? Maybe you're just fine with the level of commitment you have! Love is more fun if you play it by ear now anyway.
gabz: :-)
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And when I went back to sleep with her on my mind... I dreamt of someone else.
Go figure.
I jumped into bed and went unconscious after doing my graveyard shift.After a few hours into my sleep the phone rang. Eventually, I assured some lady with a heavy cantonese accent that this number, however correct - was not a flower shop.
As I hung up, getting ready to drift back to unconsciousness, a heavy motor blasted to life underneath my window.
Oof.
I tried to fight through the decibels, dogpaddling to slumberland, and then the fone rung again. *sigh* Another wrong number. I hung up but realized that the heavy unmuffled motor of the San Francisco Department of Public Works cleaning truck was not about to shut off any time soon.
There was not gonna be any sleep to be had.
HOkay. The gods wanted me awake right then.
I dont question the signs anymore, I just go along with them.
The crew soon finished and I diddled around on the computer, checking mail, updating forums, wondering why she hadnt written me yet.
Because she called me as soon as I finished the thought.
Thats why I needed to be up.
JPennant: hows trix?
gabz: trix are for kids
gabz: ;-)
JPennant: heheh
JPennant: Talked to the ex just now. Felt good.
gabz: awww.. :-)
JPennant: funny how you can care for someone who is, frankly, difficult - but find their weirdness endearing
gabz: yeup, i agree. it's funny..and frustrating
JPennant: yup. frustrating
JPennant: but nice when it flows
JPennant: but Ive realized its a two way street.
JPennant: its nice when someone accepts *your* quirks :-)
gabz: true true
JPennant: well, Im gonna do the "work on being friends/play it by ear" deal. Again.
JPennant: wish me luck :-)
gabz: GOOD LUCK!
JPennant: :-)
JPennant: heh.. naturally my horrorscope today goes:
What would happen if you just let go of plaguing commitment issues? Maybe you're just fine with the level of commitment you have! Love is more fun if you play it by ear now anyway.
gabz: :-)
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And when I went back to sleep with her on my mind... I dreamt of someone else.
Go figure.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Went to the Beach
I'd heard the surf was high, and its been a nice last coupla days in San Francisco.
So, I went to the beach.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
This is what happens when you write just after waking up.
San Francisco is a small town:
The chances are excellent that on my daily treks I will see Important People getting coffee, grabbing a meal, etc.
This place is like that.
Im watching the morning News and Da Mayor is sucking on a Venti Starbux and yukking it up with the stattion's political reporter.
The dude is cool. Ive actually met him, usually around the Civic Center or the Tenderloin on his walkarounds.
Lets hope he follows the example of the Chicago Daley family, who are content to be the Big Cheese in their hometown, instead of seeking to be Prez.
Thas just crazy.
*end latent political policy wonk dialogue*
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Today's horrorscope:
Hrm.
Work, love, self-improvement.
"searching too hard". And here I was thinking I wasnt searching hard enough.
San Francisco is a small town:The chances are excellent that on my daily treks I will see Important People getting coffee, grabbing a meal, etc.
This place is like that.
Im watching the morning News and Da Mayor is sucking on a Venti Starbux and yukking it up with the stattion's political reporter.
The dude is cool. Ive actually met him, usually around the Civic Center or the Tenderloin on his walkarounds.
Lets hope he follows the example of the Chicago Daley family, who are content to be the Big Cheese in their hometown, instead of seeking to be Prez.
Thas just crazy.
*end latent political policy wonk dialogue*
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Today's horrorscope:
You are searching too hard for something you feel is lacking in your life. If you were to slow down and make a calm appraisal of your existence, you would soon see that everything you need is close at hand. You can search the whole world over for what it is you think you need, but the only place you will find it is in yourself.
Hrm.
Work, love, self-improvement.
"searching too hard". And here I was thinking I wasnt searching hard enough.
Monday, March 07, 2005
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