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

Too damn hot

The heat has followed me, and I am sweaty. Blech.

I am having lunch in Berkeley today, and then... other stuff later? I'm not quite sure. I'm trying to just live in the moment. This sweaty, sweaty moment.

I do, however, want to see the Chomp! exhibit at the Conservatory of Flowers, and maybe wander around the botanical gardens at Golden Gate Park. I'm not much of a sightseer (I lived in London for six months and never saw, say, the Tower of London -- but I did go to most of the museums, because museums are rad, and mostly free in London, and also not completely stuffed with irritating tourists), but I do like the green stuff. Maybe I'll get to Alcatraz or what-have-you at some point, but, eh. Not necessary.

Oh, also, I need to buy some hot pants while I'm here. Rowr.

There seems to be a parade or protest going on nearby Dave's house, but I'm not sure what it could be. Maybe I'll find out when I get my Blue Bottle coffee (!!!) from down the street.

Smooth. Like buttah.

I think I had the smoothest ride to the other side of the country in the history of the universe. Besides waking up at ass:30 AM (actually, it was about 4 AM, but same thing), it was a charmed journey. It turned out that one of my roommates happened to be going to the airport at the same exact time as me, so we shared a cab, which saved me monies. The plane boarded slightly ahead of schedule and, as the plane finished boarding, it dawned on me that I had the entire row all to myself. Unheard of, at least for me. So I was able to stretch out luxuriously and watch Season 1 of Project Runway in relative comfort. And then, THEN, the plane arrived 45 minutes early. After I collected my luggage, I had to wait mere minutes for the BART bus, and then only a minute or two for the train. There was a sketchy moment when two guys tried to "help" me buy my train ticket, but I politely yet firmly told them, "No, thank you, I know what I'm doing. I have it under control. NO, REALLY."

I have a feeling the universe is going to smack me upside the head on my return trip (which is the dreaded red-eye, and during which I never get a wink of sleep, thus making it miserable), but I'll try to be optimistic and believe otherwise. We'll see.

As we flew over Nevada, I gave people there a hearty mental wave. Helloooooo!

When I got into the city, Chris took me for food at Boogaloo's, where I had delicious eggs and andouille sausage and black beans and a corn muffin and tasty coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice. Then I watched The Fifth Element (eh) and kind of tried to nap, but San Francisco is really fucking loud, and so is the movie, so oh well. And now I have a pineapple-mango smoothie and another cup of coffee. Hopefully this, along with some melatonin tonight, will help me get on this-coast time. I not so good with time changes, unfortunately.

I have nothing on my agenda beyond that, and that's just fine with me.

Stampede!

I just finished a project (at 10:30 last night), and I am feeling flush and sassy, so I am going shopping. I haven't bought new pants -- or much of anything, really -- since November, and I feel like a schlub whenever I get dressed. Outta my way, you plodding, mall-dwelling moo cows! Vieve's on a mission!

Sexay birthday

Happy birthday, you! Mwah!

Randomizer

Today I am simultaneously jealous and relieved that I'm not going to Burning Man. On the one hand, fire and art and craziness and fun people; on the other, dirt and hot and and cranky exhaustion and a lot of people I definitely don't want to see nekkid. Maybe next year, though. I'm pretty sure I need to go at least once in my life.

One of my bestest, favoritest people is finally moving to this side of the river this weekend. Woohoo! One less friend in stupid fucking Brighton is a very good thing.

I drank way too much coffee this morning, and every fiber of my being is buzzing like an angry hornet.

My car finally told me her name: Edna. It suits her, for sure.

I leave for San Francisco and environs on Tuesday! Hooray! I can't wait to see everyone! Besides hanging out with peeps, I've realized that everything I want to do there involves either food or coffee. Mmmmm...

I need a tuna sammich.

Ode to Robo

O Robitussin DM
How you cradle my phlegm-filled lungs,
Both suppressing and expectorating all apiece.
'Twould be witchcraft if ye were not as an angel.

O Robitussin DM
How you soothe my addled brow
And make me care not that I am watching
The most boring Twilight Zone episode of all time's ages.

O Robitussin DM
I sing your praises!
And await the hour of two and thirty,
When I might sup your nectar once again.

Finally

28 Aug 07 BOS -> OAK
04 Sep 07 OAK -> BOS

I miss you all. See you soon!

Clearly, romance is not dead

A late birthday present. I named him Boo-boo. Awwwwww!

Awesome/not awesome

Awesome:

Someone I know was in the Weekly Dig's Exit Polls last week, and his answers included "I'm on the drugs," and "I'd stick my dick in her winkin' eye!" Verdict: awesome.

I saw a toddler the other day with a t-shirt that said "This is what a feminist looks like." Also awesome, but perhaps a bit presumptuous; I doubt the two-year-old chose it him/herself.

I finally tried on my dress for my sister's wedding and was very relieved that it fits, seeing as I've felt a little moo-y lately. It needs to be taken out a teensy bit so I can breathe comfortably, but otherwise it's perfect. Whew.

I worked at the bookstore last week, and it was nice to be around people all day and break my hermit tendencies. I ended up spending most of what I made working that day on books, but that's pretty awesome too.

Not awesome:

I still feel like shit much of the time.

I no sleep so well.

I hate the work I'm doing.

Life is still hard and confusing, and I still keep waiting for it to get easier, even though I know it won't. I'm not sure whether this makes me an optimist or a chump.

Hurdy-gerdy

I'm starting to wonder whether I have GERD. Blech. But it would explain a lot of things, like the burning in my chest and off-and-on sore throat and wheezing and coughing and trouble sleeping.

I think this makes me feel better, maybe? Having a reasonable explanation for things. But it means another appointment with another goddamn doctor. I should just go to med school myself -- it might be cheaper in the long run.