Semi-coherent Sunday morning update
February 19, 2006 – 10:07 AMHi all. I'm OK. Really. It's Sunday morning, I'm up at a decent hour, the sun is shining even if it is only 10 degrees fahrenheit outside. I just ate a huge cream cheese and raspberry omelet. I had a tall mug of coffee. The humidifier is going to counteract the effects of my toasty yet dry radiator heat. I took my Centrum chewable multivitamin. I'm looking forward to doing my math homework and starting my Native American studies reading.
My apartment is clean and organized and cozy. I love where I live. It's nice to lie back on the couch and look around and feel really happy inside looking at the place you live.
I finished my coursework on the American Lit study and I'll get full credit for it. All 8 credit hours. I'm not a pedagogical failure after all. I wrote a pretty damn good paper, too, if I may say so myself. I relied more on secondary sources than primary sources, which made it more interesting, to me anyway. I personally think the ending was a bit lame, but I hate writing beginnings and endings. It's my weak spot.
I know why they call a crush, a “crush”. It's crushing. You may ever only say five words to somebody, and they just utterly take over your brain. It may be lightweight, it may be superficial, it may be whatever it is. But that middle-school-y angst of “Auugh! I want to get to know that person!” doesn't ever fully go away.
I'm getting into painting with acrylics. I bought some canvases and primary colors at Michael's last Friday. Kerri also gave me some extraneous secondary color tubes and brushes that she wasn't using. What I really want and need at this point, is some sort of easel, just a nice little tabletop one that folds up and stores easily.
Zora died yesterday. She was a very playful, social, affectionate, and beautiful little mouse. The tumor got so big that it was affecting her internal organs, though, and I could tell she wasn't feeling well at all, so we took her to Cats and Critters to be euthanized yesterday. I felt bad about it, but I didn't want her to suffer over the weekend. The moment I noticed her sitting apart from the other mice I knew she wasn't feeling well and something had to be done. Zora was always in the middle of everything. She was Rupee's sidekick in hyperactivity.
I had named her for Zora Neale Hurston, because she was the adventurer, the wanderer. She was a beautiful chocolate sable color. She had an extraordinarily graceful tail. I loved that little mouse. Like Rupee, she had a big personality.
I feel reasonably content and OK this morning, even so. I hope everybody else is doing well. Much love to all my friends, who mean a great deal to me, and who I consider to be really fine people.