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2002-11-13 - 12:02 p.m. i woke up this morning and i was so happy to be alone. i knew that i could go downstairs and eat a bagel and that there would be no negative energy shooting towards me, nobody to be weird or criticize me and i was just so goddamn glad. my blanket looked like a burrito, all curled up, so i told it that, patting the top as if it were a head. i really need to start writing again. for-real writing i mean. yesterday i hung out at barnes & noble ("the post-modern library!" andy calls it) reading books from the writing and publishing section and i was starting to feel slightly exhilerated, in the way that i haven't felt in years. and then i went home and filled out a survey for a book on radical cheerleading and i was so inspired, typing so fast and never hitting a single single key wrong. at my job, i have to type shipping labels sometimes, and i do it so fucking slowly and always make mistakes. i act like such an idiot at my job. yesterday i had an interaction with my co-workers and here's how it went... co-workers (outside locked door [which they should have keys for and not expect me to drop what i'm doing & open it for them, but ANYWAY]): lauren! let us in! {legal name alert!} me: [flustered] oh! ah....sorry jimmy-fallon looking dude: we are authorized to come in this building, you know. thanks. me: [even more flustered & really fast]: thank you! uh, you're welcome! uh... god, no wonder nobody likes me there. i thought it was my bo and holey clothes but maybe it's just the fact that i act like a scared rodent sometimes. who knows. dear audience, i have two questions for you today. one, for you writers & artists out there (& i'm sure all of you are to some extent): how exactly do you manage to juggle your craft, work and a social life? are there any miraculous tips, or is it just something that you have to figure out on your own? and two: does anyone know of any herbal cures for athletes foot? i dumbly wore some freebox shoes without socks the other day, and now my feet itch so much i actually wake up in the middle of the night to scratch. but the idea of spraying a harsh anti-fungal on my poor, poor feet disgusts me. any answers would be much appreciated. mwah!
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