Nothing March 14, 2005 ~ 3:18 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closed
Woodstock, NY
I’ve been trying all day to think of something interesting to post. And while I was doing that, I actually got work done. Who’d have guessed that would be a side effect?
I had a meeting with the playwright and director of the next play I’m dramaturging last night. I’m between a rock and a hard place, since the theater company is worried about the main character having an arc (why did they choose to produce it if they’re that worried?) and told me in so many words that it’s my responsibility to make sure that happens. Again, why do you fucking pick a play if you’re that worried???
I saw a car accident last night. Tell you what, those Lincoln Navigators take a lickin’ and keep on tickin’. The little four door that rear-ended the Navigator? Not so much.
I walked about 7.5 miles this weekend while I was Geocaching. So I’m getting exercise from this little hobby, which is great. Tomorrow we’re having a meet-up of NYC area Geocachers, which should be fun but causes undue stress, because I might have to go do laundry tonight if I don’t have anything to wear to it. And fuck, Mom’s coming here on Thursday, and why take crap to the laundromat tonight if in three days I will have a car to do so? See the stress? No? Okay, see the laziness?
Mom’s going to be here for the weekend for a protest on Saturday afternoon. Which means that I won’t see her that much, because I definitely have a meeting to go to Friday night, and am not sure what Saturday is shaping up to be, and she’s leaving Sunday. At least the cats will get to see her.
Rick made me forget about my dearly departed vibrator this weekend. He’s good like that. And then this morning we had a good conversation about the difference between his generation and mine, politically and ideologically. I love that we can do that. I have to be with a guy who is my intellectual equal as well as being good in bed. One without the other just doesn’t cut it. Rick makes me think about things in a different way. And that he can wake me up out of a sound sleep and get me to start thinking about what defines my generation first thing in the morning…well, I’ve got the perfect guy, people. Now if only he would think before he sticks his hands into possible rat holes/syringe graveyards while we’re Geocaching…if I said “You’re going to get tetanus and I’m not taking you to the hospital” once this weekend, I said it a thousand times. (Love you, baby.)
That’s right, I can make a whole post about nothing. Now back to work, all of you!
