— My hard drive crashed. It was totally traumatic. I turned my computer on and was greeted with a sickly blank grey screen, and on it was the image of a small folder with a blinking question mark on it. THAT IS NEVER GOOD. Eventual result: took it to the “Genius Bar” at the Apple store on 5th Avenue, they shipped it off to their Apple repair shop in the wilds of Kentucky or someplace where their oompa loompas could work on it and give me a new hard drive, and I just got it back yesterday, with a spanking new keyboard to boot. It’s a total pain in the ass because I have to set everything up again – but I’m just glad it’s back in my hands. The guys at the Genius Bar are totally awesome and I would like to marry all of them.<\/p>\n
— Slept over Allison’s on Thursday night. We watched an episode of Celebrity Rehab, our favorite show on television, stopping it every 2 minutes to discuss the psychological ramifications of everyone’s addiction issues, as well as to discuss our shared lust for Dr. Drew. We love that show. I adore Amber. I really hope she makes it. Gary Busey is insane. Jeff Conway needs to stop whining and take some responsibility. Rod Stewart’s son is a total cupcake. Rodney King appears to be a nice man. Jeff Conway’s girlfriend is an idiot bottom-feeder of the worst kind. But for me, right now, I am all about Amber.<\/p>\n
— Hope and I have had a big breakthrough in our relationship. It all started when I moved my bed and she started hanging out on the bed with me. But she’s not a cuddler and I never knew where she slept. Out in the apartment somewhere, or sprawled out on my windowsill. But suddenly, about 5 nights ago, I woke up at around 3 or 4 am … because something was different …. Hope had ensconced herself on my pillow, just above my head, curling her body perfectly around my head. Hope!! What are you DOING? I thought you didn’t like to cuddle!! Amazing! Now, I could never cajole her into that position myself, she would not tolerate it. She has to choose when she gets on the pillow, and it has to be on her terms. It’s a little bit annoying, because my pillow is small and frankly she was pushing my head off of it with her small purring body, but still, I think it is a great sign in our developing relationship. Every night since then, she sleeps there. I wake up in the morning and there she is, draped around my head. Good girl.<\/p>\n
— My parents teach me what marriage is (and should be).<\/p>\n
— The tree went up at Rockefeller Center yesterday. It was a madhouse. I love to see it on the first day it goes up – before the decorations, before anything – because it’s surrounded by scaffolding, and workers are climbing all over the scaffolds – so the entire scene looks like an urban version of the barn-raising scene in Witness<\/i>. It was raining yesterday too so all the workers were wearing huge flapping slickers.<\/p>\n
— Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself at certain moments and think, “Wow. This behavior could be construed as you being a total asshole.” I rarely am a total asshole on PURPOSE and whatever I do, I pretty much do sincerely, rather than for some EFFECT. That being said, at one point this week, I was sitting in the bar at the Plaza Hotel on a rainy afternoon reading a book of Latin and conjugating verbs in my notebook. I’m not even kidding. I was being totally sincere … Latin is a project of mine right now (having taken 4 (or 3?) years of it in high school, but I want to get back to it. I also come from a family filled with Latin freaks as well as nuns – all of whom straddled Vatican II, but not before they had enough Latin poured into their brains for all time – as should be evidenced by this post from October, 2004<\/a>, an important time to any Red Sox fan, so Latin was a part of my childhood) … and I had some time to kill and the rain poured against the tall windows and what the hell, I started conjugating. But I had a couple of moments where I laughed at what I must look like and what an unfriendly observer might think. “That woman over there is such an ASSHOLE.” And to that I might reply, “Nil desperandum<\/em>. This is just my modus vivendi<\/em>.” Or, if I were in a more combative mood, I might reply, “Oderint dum meteant<\/em>, suckers.” Or, more likely, I might just say in a tired tone, “Look, you like to do sudoku in your spare time. I enjoy Latin. De gustibus non est disputandum<\/em>, mkay?”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" — My hard drive crashed. It was totally traumatic. I turned my computer on and was greeted with a sickly blank grey screen, and on it was the image of a small folder with a blinking question mark on it. … Continue reading