Thanksgiving

I attended a talk on genetics, and ate a very late dinner. I have a bunch of notes on it. I'd like to type it up, and see if it is a decent summary.

I am up now because as sleepy as I am, I feel like I am waiting for something.

Oh, and I had a glimpse into emotional processes I took for granted.

The mass waltzing broke out during the Luminescent Orchestrii set. They were eclectic, violin-heavy, and loud. Some of my favorite music has that. The Dresden Dolls put on a great show, though heavier on the covers than I remember (Neutral Milk Hotel's "Two Headed Boy", "Fight For Your Right to Party", "Mein Herr", Pink Floyd's "In the Flesh" [the 'get them up against the wall' song]. Other songs were played, but I forgot them).

After I got emotional alone, I gave the other ticket to a stranger for free. She was quiet with red hair, probably older than me. I did see a couple of people I knew. I ate a dinner much too expensive for simple items ($17 for pizza, pretzel, and beer?). Nevertheless, it was a beautiful theater and I got to scream out lyrics I knew.

It was all-ages, and had teenagers with those crazy asymmetrical cuts and corsets and such. If I was a teenager again, I would be gleeful about seeing a band like this, but despairing of where to find the money.

I wish I could have found people to go with me, but I had a better time than I'd expect on short notice.

Someone said I post more about my mood than about what I have done. That's true, and that is more because I tend to be more driven by mood to write than events.

I went to the Big Party with a friend, and it was nice. I swam less than I thought I would. After I got home and finished a chore, I fell asleep.

I woke up at 4:30am, looked up a site that was mentioned in an article about a double suicide of a couple who seemed to live the life I wanted to live. Anyway, the website itself--I sometimes have ambitions to have such a wide-ranging topics to write about. There is an unhappy footnote to this: apparently, after a series of professional fizzles, she was convinced that the Church of Scientology were after her because someone told her of plans to leave the group. Never mind they had quite a history of doing that sort of thing; they target the member first and foremost. I wish she didn't 'Dead Agent' herself so throughly. Never mind I didn't know her.

Then after reading up on hobos and Roma, I thought of doing 101 things in 1001 days. Then I went back to sleep at 7AM due to migraine.

I woke up at 4PM, migraine was still there, and I'm hungry.

This is why I tend not to write about events. My life is boring.

I had to go to the emergency room when a mishap with my left second finger and scissors was worse than I thought. As in 'two Band-Aids and it's still bleeding' worse.

I went to the emergency room. I did not need stitches, but I do have butterfly bandages and tape to help it heal. Still painful.

My co-workers swear an awful lot on the job. I try to keep my cursing to a mutter. Stupid computer system.

I munch when I'm nervous. I also hate not being able to buy books written by people I know.

I went to a concert. Ha ha, Rodney Roadsteamer thought I was in college.

I got to organize the reading night. Even if it is at the last freaking minute.

I cleared out most of the papers in my room.

Being too tired to go to a birthday party kinda stinks.

Do I take a drawing class, go to driving school, or go to a novel-writing workshop with Melissa Scott?

Who am I going to ask for letters of recommendation for when I apply to graduate school?

Party started slow, built up, and finished with a rousing game of "Encore" I got sucked into playing. I think I impressed people with knowing some obscure songs, but choked with the speed round.

My sister has not called or picked me up. Maybe she has as much idea of when the wake is as I do. Maybe it wouldn't be good for me. I don't know.

I'm very hopeful about getting the position at Eliza.

Instead of taking a walk in Salem, I took a walk around the Boston Common.

Having a lazy morning feels good.

Bed for me soon.

If that survey that has been going around was built to aggregate personal information, shouldn't it be able to handle more than 200? Oh well, I have no idea whether to chalk it to amusement gone awry or bad stuff.

Anyway, I had a job interview, and it seemed to go OK. I saw my sister at the restaurant she works at, then I went to see the Aquarium. I felt something like reverence when I saw the Atlantic sea turtle, but everyone was watching for the sharks. Feh. Not that the sharks weren't impressive, but there was a nurse shark (really more of garbage eater) and sand tiger shark (which went on his merry way). I looked at an Amazon exhibit and saw an anaconda hiding through the water. Plus, penguins.

I worked out a five year plan. Part of involves me earning an extra $91.12 per month so I can save for an apartment and a semester of non-matriculated classes.

I danced at the 80s dance, sweated a lot, and didn't care.

Two rejections for job applications.

One extraction scheduled.

One nice dinner.

One long-delayed OPN.

One suggestion to look for jobs in New Hampshire.

One attempted telephone interview while I was at the dentist.

One embarrassing reality TV series with the sound off.

One realization that I don't want to see anything in theaters. OK, Fantastic Four. Or Lords of Dogtown if I get in the mood for 'stuff about California subculture.'

Good news is that more local people want to play Unknown Armies than I thought. Bad news is they seem to think they have to play it before next week. No, really, I can play any weekend if needed. No, seriously.

And 'only' 19 minutes of walking. OK, I walked more, but I didn't count how long or how much. Ah well.