The One... The Only... The Vieve

Salad days

I just had a fabulous dinner at Gargoyle's on the Square, which featured a salad consisting of a whole, intact head of lettuce. It was delicious, and satisfied my need for raw leafy greens. However, dinner also featured a crayfish bisque, a glass of wine, a glass of port, and portions of two desserts (gingerbread bread pudding with molten chocolate and carrot ice cream, and chocolate gelee with cookie crumbs and chocolate oil).

Oof. And YUM.

(Happy birthday, Aaron!)

Update

I have been busy and my usual well of inspired wordiness has been a little dry, but I wanted to post an update.

The iPod's dead, long live the iPod!

I got a new iPod for Christmas, and it is gorgeous: 30 GB, color screen, videos! I just bought a cute case to protect its shiny gorgeousness.

Mooooo.

I spent most of the Christmas holiday stuffing my face. I need some lettuce.

Fuggedaboutit.

I have been introduced to mortadella sandwiches with fresh mozzarella on lightly toasted Italian bread. Holy Jebus, what glorious deliciousness. Apparently, now that I have eaten this nectar, I am now Italian and need to yell more and will become even hairier. Also, now I will never, ever become a vegematarian.

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?

New York? Boston? I'm still not sure. I guess I will figure it out tomorrow. One thing's for sure, though: pork and sauerkraut for New Year's dinner. So much for that lettuce diet...

Worky worky worky makes my brain ouchy melty hurty.

I have a ton of work right now, which is good for my bank account, but bad for my brain (and my laundry-washing, and my eating habits, and my phone-calling-back track record). Never fear, though -- it will dry up soon enough, and I will be poor and well-nourished once again. (Is that oxymoronic?)

To wit...

My room looks like a bomb exploded in it, showering a hail of cloth and paper debris in every nook and cranny, on every horizontal surface. Must. Clean. Meh. Maybe I'll take a nap first. You know, in preparation for xxxxtreme productivity!

Happy 2007!

May your year be full of all things good and fun and joyous. Gros bisoux, kiddies!

Fallout

Apparently iPods don't like Vitamin Water, particularly when they are doused with it. It makes them all, like, broken-y and stuff.

Fucking fuck.

Lessons learned this week

1. Don't put a mostly full bottle of Vitamin Water in your bag without making sure the cap is screwed on tightly. Particularly when said bag is sitting on your bed. Messy.

2. Being angry with someone who you love and/or depend on is very, very difficult and can fuck up your whole day and/or week.

3. Christmas stresses me out every year, regardless of how much I try not to let it.

4. During interactions with strangers, I sometimes make them nervous. This makes me nervous, and sometimes makes me blush. I'm not sure why I make them nervous. Maybe knowing why would make me less so, though I'm not sure.

5. I sure have a lot of dreams, and remember them much more than most people, I think. Maybe this is why my head is so crowded.

6. I really really really really want a doggy. (I guess I already knew this.)

7. I want to feel settled, but I'm scared of doing what I need to feel settled. Conundrum.

8. Counting the drawers at the store is much easier when you're not exhausted. Go figure.

9. My hosiery choices are somewhat iconic, which makes me happy.

10. Ambivalence is uncomfortable.

Glad tidings

I am too tired for words, so here are some pictures instead.

Hide and seek

I found the rogue doorknob. It was in the liquor cabinet. Appropriately enough.

Tidbits

We had a party at my house on Friday. I drank too much, and the doorknob to our front door is MIA. I don't think the two are related.

I have a massage scheduled for this evening. Boy, do I need it. My right side is all twisted up, and I can't relax for the life of me. Lynda will, miraculously, find some spot in my neck, skillfully make it go "cracklepop," and make it mostly better.

An expert on human complexities has confirmed that I am indeed complex. This is bothersome to me right now, even though it's something I used to revel in. I'm not sure what my problem is. Also, I have some sort of problem with boundaries, which is also bothersome.

I feel unsettled. There have been so many reconfigurations in my life and in my self this year, and it feels all jumbled. It's twisting my tummy in knots. I'm not sure what to do about it. I guess I just need to wait it out. Try not to stress so much. One thing that never changes is the fact that everything changes.

F-f-f-ucking w-w-w-winter

You know it's really winter when you toddle outside to go get your coffee and, within seconds, your hair is frozen solid. Related to this, you also know you are a freaking idiot for not wearing a hat.

Stupid winter.

A day in the life

8 a.m.
Went to get coffee. Forgot I had no money. Had to go to the ATM and then go back. Saw an acquaintance, said hello. He seemed grumpy. Was chastised at cafe for not bringing my travel mug. Made lame excuses. Whatever. Said hello to a very cute chocolate Lab puppy. Got kissy slobber on my face.

9 a.m.
Sat around drinking coffee and reading The Brooklyn Follies, which I'm almost done with. Very engaging; I like it lots. Thought about my dreams last night, which involved yoga (trying to help someone stretch into a position, hmm), my bike (someone had cut it all up and reassembled it, and I couldn't ride it very well anymore, hmmmmm), and desperately fleeing my home (after a crazy cult decided to move in and fired shots into a crowd of children just outside, HMMMM).

10 a.m.
Cleaned the bathroom in an incredibly anal-retentive manner. Involved a toothbrush. Will say no more.

11 a.m.
Put some nasty kitchen towels and a gross table cloth in the laundry. Washed dishes. I have become the house dishwasher, and it's getting annoying. Went through a stack of mail. Called about a medical bill that was denied during the post-employment, pre-COBRA-kicking-in period. Also annoying.

12 noon.
Made more coffee. Drank it. Mistake.

Now.
Thinking about work tonight. Trying to come down from my coffee buzz. Thinking about Christmas cards. Thinking more about my dreams. Thinking about why I feel so nervous. Wondering if all this is incredibly, excruciatingly boring.

Calm, peace, quiet

I've been going full-throttle for the past week. Work work work. Play play play. Sleeping at odd times.

Today I need to pay bills, fold the laundry that's been wrinkling in the basket since Friday, go to the bank, think about Christmas, buy some food. Find some calm and quiet, and create some space to process all the new stuff and scary/wonderful feelings.

Time to get to even, even if it's just for a little while.

Sumo cute

So, I am goofy again.

That is all. For now. :-)