Now that most of the stress has passed (I completely bombed that test), I'm reading that previous entry and realizing how dreaming about a simple life doesn't make the dream itself simple. It's still far easier to become a successful powerbroker than it is to carve out some kind of idyllic, bohemian niche somewhere in this chaotic world. So, reading that last entry, I had to laugh a little at my own illusions.
Then I got kind of depressed.
Anyway, I will step out of my own head for a minute. Matt and I had a fantastically unproductive Valentine's Day. We had a nice lunch at Bissett's, took a nap amid the sound of the rain, saw The Triplets of Belleville (wtf?), took another nap, made dinner for ourselves and then half-dozed again, I think. It was a great day. I have also successfully fought off some kind of cold/infection thing without a trip to the doctor, no small victory considering my still-wonky WBC counts. I met the neighbors who own my favorite baby and found out my baby's name is Abby, of which I approve. I got my voting card in the mail and am looking forward to the primaries on the 2nd. Kerry is stronger than ever, but this is before the Republican backlash. So many things could change before November, though, so I will end this post with an ominous ellipse... |
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