Nothing like pressure from the man paying rent
I was typing an email to someone yesterday with directions to our apartment when ST leaned my way from his side of the office and said, “That’s the most typing I’ve heard you do in weeks!”
Between that and the oh-so-subtle, “You have a blog, you know,” I’ve inferred he feels I should update.
But…update on what? I’m positive there are funny things happening every day to me. I’m sure of it because lately I’ve been so stressed and depressed that I would not have the stamina to type if other things weren’t balancing it out. But…they allude me when I sit down. Especially when I sit down by myself and the weight of the condo and classes and no job settles into my head.
I was typing directions because I’m hosting dinner for the sanctuary’s interns on Thursday. We currently have four, and they are a great bunch. But whenever I have people over, even friends who have known me for ten+ years, I fear they will be bored. Because, deep in my heart, I’m aware I am boring. And I LIKE it. I will chose a book over boozefest. Or incorporate them like the time my sophomore year that Julianne and I got drunk and recited our favorite poetry to the rest of the dorm.
…Just giving you a moment to let that sink in.
Anyway, in a fit of organization and forward movement that is the Jessica I know (unlike the Jessica typing this right now who would like to skip class to play video games in her leopard-spotted PJs…evidently I take this going-back-to-school very seriously. You should probably lock up the vodka and Norton’s Anthology.) I called the school health department and got an exam for my girly parts Thursday afternoon because I am out of BC-pills and lord knows ob/gyn is still the one faction of medicine that insists on poking you because handing over a pill. (Hee. Poke.)
So, a brief two hours before my apartment is invading by younguns looking for a good night off I will be ankle deep in stirrups and lubricating jelly.
Perhaps I should just set up the shot glasses and copies of Frost beforehand.
In two unrelated wishes:
1) You’re definitely not boring.
2) Enjoy the, er, poking.
I still maintain that “Cold Speculum” is one of the better unused band names out there.
Hee.
That is all.