What a strange, demented feeling it gives me when I realize I have spent whole days before the inkstone, with nothing better to do, jotting down at random whatever nonsensical thoughts have entered my head.
Thursday, February 28, 2002
The latest in a long line of "oh, I didn't see you there" experiences came yesterday morning at Starbucks. I ordered, paid, then stepped aside to wait for my drink. It didn't show.
A few not-my-drinks came and went until I asked the barista, "Say, you wouldn't happen to have a grande nonfat latte in your queue, would you?" "Oops, nope," she responded. "I'll do that now."
I walked into that coffeehouse thinking I ought to buy a bag of beans for my mother, but reckoned that I wouldn't be hanging around long enough for them to be ground. Ha.
I've waited much too long for a facial appointment after the salon receptionist saw me, acknowledged me, told me she was going to go tell the facialist, and then forgot to hand me over. The facialist and receptionist eventually gave up and went on to the next client. I've even waited for two hours at the doctor's office when the receptionist pulled my file, checked my name off the sign-in sheet, and then promptly forgot all about me.
Just how forgettable am I, anyway? It's enough to give me a complex.
Yesterday was a particularly wonderful day. Beautiful weather, to start--blue skies, warm temperatures, little puffy clouds, and even a little chunk of a rainbow.
We went shopping because I had lost an entire size in my clothes since I started dieting and working out; none of my pants fit me. Overall, this is good news, but new pants don't necessarily come cheap.
Finally, one of my best friends had her baby. I'm dying to see her!