jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

So I’m listening to show tunes and wishing I could go to bed, even though it’s only 10. I swear, it’s like I’m 85. But I refuse to go to bed before 10:45. I’m not giving myself more than eight hours. That’s ridiculous.

I think work just wears me out. I get so wrapped up. I can feel my body kick into high gear. Sometimes it’s a great feeling, if I know I’ve got everything under control. It’s as if my brain starts to heat up and focus. Unfortunately, I’m working on something right now that has me UTTERLY CONFUSED. Anyone out there know how to retire inventory? Yeah, me neither.

Okay, so why does everyone have a fancier journal than I do? Do I need to download a client? I’m not totally sure what that means.

Anyway, I’m sort of tickled by this DC lifestyle. I left my apartment at 2 and was home by 9. My Atlanta friends are all just leaving their apartments now. But I like feeling like I’ve got some evening left to me.

The party was very nice. I saw a handful of familiar faces and met some interesting folks. I thought the most interesting was the Marine who is a press escort. He took Bob around Iraq. But then I met the woman who’s the head lawyer for the Ringler Bros. Circus and that really did win hands down. Her husband had to drag her out the door because I was going to ask her questions until dawn. And one of my former co-workers, who I didn’t get to work with much – yelled “Oh my gosh, Jillian! I didn’t recognize you with makeup on.” So that was a proud moment for me.

I posted a comment on a random journal for the first time today. I don’t think that’s outside LJ etiquette, but I guess I can’t swear it. And then I went and added him to my friends list so I could see how his holidays went (he’s so enthusiastic about Christmas that I just wanted to hear). So I might get busted for LJ stalking. Clearly, I’m still not sure exactly how all of this is supposed to work.

I got a little perspective over the past few days. Lesley and Paul invited me to a party today at Bob Franken’s house. And it just seemed so funny to me that when people asked what I’m doing over the weekend, I would say: I’m going to a party at Bob Franken’s house. I expected them to laugh. But every person (only three, really) said: Who’s Bob Franken? I know Bob’s not wildly famous or anything, but I did think people sort of knew who he was. So the humor in my hanging out at the house of a stodgy-seeming (although I actually think he’s quite nice, from my limited experience with him) newsman was lost.

I guess we all think everyone thinks just like we do.

I just finished reading Geek Love. I wanted my book club to read this last year, but it was roundly rejected. I wish I had someone to talk to about it. I enjoyed it a great deal. But it’s fairly complex and I’d love to have someone spin it all out with me now that I’m done. I know Rachel read it. Maybe I’ll hit her up when I see her over Thanksgiving. But it’s been a few years for her, so I can’t expect that much. It’s so funny that I can remember what book I saw in her hand three years ago.

Interesting development at work:
First, let me provide a chart illustrating who works for whom in this story:
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And now I’m nervous, like one of them might see this. See, that’s why only Gelnn5 and Tsalino even know I do this.

SO I WENT BACK END EDITED THIS STORY OUT. IT JUST MADE ME TOO NERVOUS. BUT AT LEAST I’M ADMITTING I DID IT.

Damon is coming in 19 days. So I’m kicking up my organizational efforts. I want to have this place tight and cheerful for when he gets here. The honest and good part of me wants to do this because I want him to have a welcoming home. The evil part (the one that will probably really motivate me) wants it to be perfect because he thinks I’m messy and I want him to be sorry he didn’t have faith.

But it’s really satisfying to drag everything out of a closet and get everything back in so tidily. And as a bonus I found the little nativity that I bought in Mexico many years ago.

I wonder if most people write down their current music and mood before or after they write in the journal. I do mine first, since I figure that influences what I write. I don’t do the mood section. Trying to figure out what to put in there always left me starting at my screen and taking my emotional temperature.

I also want to know how people are putting in pictures and all that other fancy stuff. I suspect they have paid memberships. I only have two friends on LJ (that I know of) and Glenn5 is a master of this.

And like my other friend, Tsalino, I am not enjoying my job right now.

Update — I have figured out how to upload my picture!!!! I feel much better.