2001-06-25

i am tired, too hungover.

got into a raucously horrendous drunken argument thingie with mike on saturday. the kind that leaps up out of the blue like a dysfunctionally emotional old faithful.

the night ended with me telling him some of the more sordid things from my past, some things that i have never told anyone else.

if only i could remember....

sunday he was gushing and oozing with love. talking about wedding rings and the future and such.

pendulemic living, mine.

today i feel post-bbq fat and pre-alaska nervous.

off to the thrift stores to buy a suit for dear sir, for the opera we are attending tomorrow night.

and a date for much sexual encounter, this evening.

things are just alright, today. despite the clouds and all.