The fourth day of Christmas
So despite the machinations of Weatthorr, our favorite resident prince of the air, I am with family, eating fudge and vegetables with various dips. But not in South Dakota, and not in the time frame I'd hoped. Missed my grandma's birthday party. Didn't get to see any friends. Woe is me. But I did hitch down to the other side of the family's party in southern Illinois, to which my nuclear family had also trucked. They brought a present for me, wrapped in the robot paper I bought to wrap things last year. Awww.
Now that all is good in my world, I wish to share some holiday joy. Ladies and gentlemen, some holiday music.
Fourth Sunday of Advent
AHNTHUHDNTUHNODUNTHUOSNEHOHEUDntsHNTSUHSNTHUIN greyhound cancelled my bus twice in a row! And gave me two different non-working numbers to call for information on bus cancellations. EXTREMELY IRRITATED!
late that night
I made the mistake just now of reading a letter postmarked April, anno Domini 2002. I suppose I should be glad it wasn't postmarked, say, July, 2005. I miss things I can't have. And while that's a step up, I suppose, from missing things I've never had (see poetry section for details), still pretty much a downer.
I don't want to wait a year and a half.
Monday
I did the math the other day, and I estimate that over the past two months, I have spent about five per cent of my waking time listening to the Hold Steady, admittedly mostly while also engaged in other activities, primarily transit. I don't know why, but riding the CTA always makes me want to listen to the Hold Steady. As a result, I play the entire studio discography (which is approximately two and a half hours long, and in general makes a great playlist as-is) twice a week. And.
But they're still no Magnetic Fields. All their songs are so heartbreaking, and beautiful, and oftener than not, heartbreakingly beautiful.
Also, still reading Infinite Jest, but starting to worry that it may exacerbate my existing proclivity for hyperprose.
First Sunday of Advent
So. My adherence to the three goals has been acceptable so far, but I think it's time to revisit them. I can only hope that the process goes smoothly.
Ok, actually, I just laughed for a straight minute when I read that comic, and I wanted to share it. So.
So glad it's Advent.
Friday night
She was a damn good dancer.
"So I think..." I said. "I think I should start dating a cute girl."
Brian said, "This is new."
He said, "Have one in mind?"
You know what the problem with my apartment is? No elevators. Nowhere to do primal screaming. On the plus side, adorable kitty-cat. But.
later that night
I am so excited about something right now that I'm not even going to tell you what it is.
I did fix all those errors, though. They mostly had to do with unescaped ampersands.
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