I dropped my tapes off then stopped by Fred Meyer's on the way home. They have all their Christmas stuff up now. It made me want to buy it all and just decorate the whole house, but can't do that 'til after Thanksgiving. I am, however, listening to the Charlie Brown Christmas album in the car.
I watched the second half of the extended version of The Fellowship of the Ring in the afternoon, and Carrie came home from the show shortly after it ended. I had put a call in to Brandy earlier in the day to see what she was doing after work, 'cause originally I wuz gwine t'go to the N.M.V..GP..TS show at Hells' Kitchen, but their website said it were cancelled, so I had nothing to do in the evening. She called me back to tell me that she was heading over to Pullman in the evening (I thought she wuz gwine t'leave Saturday morning) so couldn't hang out.
The lovely Christine stopped by to pick up a class handout that I'd modified for her. I cooked hamburgers for dinner. Then almost immediately afterwards Brandy called to say that she'd decided not to go up tonight after all, and was wondering if we'd had dinner yet 'cause she was starving. I told her that I'd just made hamburgers, but that she should come over anyway and eat our food 'cause she'd bought pizza that one night, and she bought my movie tickets at least once, and it was the least we could do. So she came over and hung out while we watched Bring it On, and I cooked her a burger as well.
It was great hanging out with my two fave ladies, but after Brandy left I kinda felt a little bit o' the upset stomach. I thought it was 'cause I had drunk an entire glass of water way too quickly, and indeed it seemed to settle down as the night went on. But then after Carrie and I went to bed I had a dream that wasn't all that bad but really disturbed me and made me feel all weird. Carrie had to get up at like 5:00 so we set the alarm for 4:30, and after she got up I couldn't fall back asleep 'cause I felt all weird and my stummy is still all upset, so I hung out with her for an hour and a half or so while she finished up getting ready for the show at Christine Lutsch's house today.
I feel like I'm in a weird place right now, like borderline weepy. Like the slightest thing is just gonna make me bust out crying. I think a lot of it is because this house, while I love it, doesn't feel right yet. There are too much many boxes all over the freakin' place, and I don't like being in the bedroom, and I haven't found my place in the house yet. Plus I feel like I haven't seen Carrie hardly at all since we moved in, what with her flying out for shows and teaching classes in the evening and now doing her own shows. Makes me feel kinda lonely, you know?
I'm also still really restless and strangely anxious. Last evening at one point I just had to stand up and flail my arms around for a couple of minutes (it felt good—stretched me out some). I'm living way beyond my means this month, which probably also has a great deal to do with it. Yeah, so I'm in a weird place emotionally today. Lack of sleep plus lack of Carrie plus lack of money plus car-razyily messy house will do that to you I suppose.
