Dear Diary: II
Today was far better than yesterday, thank you for asking. As I was able to successfully practice the art of denial: If I don’t discuss it, it doesn’t exist. Try it! It works!
It’s amazing how much one’s outlook can change when there are things to look forward to, like moving from PC to Mac and new (smaller!) jeans and payday and a savings account that doesn’t look at me with sad puppy dog eyes because it’s so very weak. But it won’t after this weekend because I will be babysitting three times on Saturday! I have no idea how this happened, but alas it is true and there’s my old friend denial. I’ll live.
There’s also a trip to Toys R’ Us in the works, my birthday, midterm elections and a trip to ATL (what you know about that?). By then it will be Thanksgiving and Christmas and I figure that I’ll hold off on stepping out into Dupont Circle with my eyes closed, immediately after the light turns green, to sometime in January. Look! Things are improving!
Most importantly, Stacy is coming. Let me repeat, STACY IS COMING:
Notice how being in the presence of Kris and Stacy makes me do that funny thing where the corners of my mouth turn upward? I think it’s called smiling or something. Actually I think I had already started partaking in the free wine by then. No matter, Stacy is coming and I can share my disdain for all things on God’s green earth with another one of my favorite people.
Here’s to the weekend and thriving liver,