| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i saddled up my pony ride Busy busy last couple of days. Busy week overall. To put it in perspective for you I have accumulated enough overtime in the last week to earn two full days� worth of comp time. That breaks down to working three evenings on top of my regular schedule � including a 15-hour day on Friday. All that and I finished all my homework and went to class on Thursday. Although I spent a lot of time studying this weekend I�m trying to also get some rest. I slept about 11 hours Saturday night. I LOVE it when we return to standard time. That extra hour is like a precious little gift. It actually makes me giddy. Anyway � as a result of all the long hours and hard work � my emotions have been in a bit of a jumble. I feel as if I�m on overdrive. This probably explains why I got giddy when, on Friday, a Rather Famous Person told me (jokingly) to �fuck off� and then called me �baby� and �honey� as he clasped my arm. I don�t care if he called EVERY girl in the vicinity �baby� and �honey�. This Rather Famous Person told ME to fuck off and he laughed and then I laughed and it was like our little secret and the fact that he is incredibly sexy only made it a hundred times better. Yeah I�m a famous-sexy-person emo-slut like that. And no, he�s not a Rock Star. And then last night I dreamt that Beck and I were best friends and he was trying to track down a tour sweatshirt in my size. Um. Hmmmm. That�s probably because I can�t stop listening to �Sea Change�. And then a very cute boy at the coffee shop where I study flirted with me and, sitting there all Sunday slumming in my Sonic Youth t-shirt and hair in pigtails I felt, briefly, like maybe I am this cute girl with a confident smile and not the awkward freak geek girl that I really and truly am. Maybe. Just maybe. And Saturday night the spouse and I relaxed in front of a fire watching the World Series and drinking red wine. I�ve even managed to write more than 3,000 of my new short story. I wrote more than 2,000 words yesterday. And I think maybe it doesn�t totally suck. It DOES need a lot of work: some restructuring, lots of polishing � who knows maybe a completely fucking overhaul � but the point is I�m writing. The fact that my father was featured in a major section cover story in the New York Times on Thursday (with a photo even) and that both my aunt and grandparents had to call to make sure I didn�t miss it has only served to dampen my mood just a bit. It�s just a bit disconcerting to pick up the New York Times and flip to the section in question and see your father�s face looking back at you and think: That�s my dad � the one with whom I haven�t spoken in more than three years. Good to see he�s still alive and doing well, I guess. I think this week will be a bit more mellow. I certainly hope so. Certainly I�m not expecting any more celebrity encounters. Nor any more flirting. Just work and school, work and school. I have class Halloween night. We might go out to the Club when I get home � but I�m not dressing up as anything. I never do. I�m boring like that. xoxo ~S P.S. Still haven't had a cigarette but I'm still craving one. 11:07 am - 10.28.02
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