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good day - cranky moments
Feb. 6th, 2005 05:05 pmsome times days just don't turn out how you imagined
i have been looking forward to the queer beats reading at the library for a month
giddy about it
and then...
do we all know what is coming?
woke up late, tried to cram too much into the day - was in berkeley at 1:50, full of sand and speeding down telegraph to get back to SF in time to at least just be late for the reading but still get there and fucking traffic and then not having eaten (because i was trying to save time and just get food at the cafe in the library) caught up to me. lightheaded and driving in heavy traffic seemed like a bad idea. i didn't not have the presence of mind to think that whole foods on a sunday might possibly be a worse idea. completely inefficient and then got harassed by some str8 guy in the deli. fun. by the time i figured out what to get - no matter how i rushed it was 2:30. reality check, already 30 minutes late for the thingy, still have to deal withthe bridge. i am not that superhuman. i gave up and tried to not be too sad. but i was.
then the pal called - tried to cheer me up. i decided to not let the afternoon be a total wash so i grabbed pal some food and went back to sf to eat with a friend and hang out while they worked. it was the nice mellow afternoon that the mornings crazy running required.
now home. must shower - omigod must shower. cleaning the house a little. have to hit the castro pre-kvetsch in order to buy someone a birthday penis cooky. wish i wasn't driving over there tonight so i could drink a little more. then again after last night, drinking a little less is probably ok. plus it allows for the good stuff like staying as late as i want and potentially grabbing food after.
best news of the day is: the sprarkly blue girl called me and left me a super shiny message. and my mom finally called me back. oh she was terse and short and quick on the machine - but she called and that meant everything.
i have been looking forward to the queer beats reading at the library for a month
giddy about it
and then...
do we all know what is coming?
woke up late, tried to cram too much into the day - was in berkeley at 1:50, full of sand and speeding down telegraph to get back to SF in time to at least just be late for the reading but still get there and fucking traffic and then not having eaten (because i was trying to save time and just get food at the cafe in the library) caught up to me. lightheaded and driving in heavy traffic seemed like a bad idea. i didn't not have the presence of mind to think that whole foods on a sunday might possibly be a worse idea. completely inefficient and then got harassed by some str8 guy in the deli. fun. by the time i figured out what to get - no matter how i rushed it was 2:30. reality check, already 30 minutes late for the thingy, still have to deal withthe bridge. i am not that superhuman. i gave up and tried to not be too sad. but i was.
then the pal called - tried to cheer me up. i decided to not let the afternoon be a total wash so i grabbed pal some food and went back to sf to eat with a friend and hang out while they worked. it was the nice mellow afternoon that the mornings crazy running required.
now home. must shower - omigod must shower. cleaning the house a little. have to hit the castro pre-kvetsch in order to buy someone a birthday penis cooky. wish i wasn't driving over there tonight so i could drink a little more. then again after last night, drinking a little less is probably ok. plus it allows for the good stuff like staying as late as i want and potentially grabbing food after.
best news of the day is: the sprarkly blue girl called me and left me a super shiny message. and my mom finally called me back. oh she was terse and short and quick on the machine - but she called and that meant everything.
