my oddness for today: as debi was driving me home from work i had about thirty seconds or so where i was somehow absolutely convinced that i could work magic/psychokinesis/telepathy or whatnot. took me way too long to track down where the thought came from and why i was wrong. i think i was somehow convinced momentarily that i had been working magic earlier in the day. so where did it come from?

i haven't been reading enough lately, but it seems when i do i'm getting even weirder about it than usual. or maybe it was just today. i'm reading a pointless, simple sort of fantasy novel. marion zimmer bradley's the bloody sun, which i'm realizing as i'm reading it, is probably supposed to be some less-than-clever pun on sun and son, as well. *rolls eyes* so i think i managed to convince myself i was one of the characters. *raises eyebrows dubiously* which is the first time i think i've ever done this. i usually place myself in the character's shoes (my primary use of my overabundant empathy of late, it seems), but i've never lost track of the barrier and thought i was someone else before. and i don't even have anything in common with this character, especially since he's male. i'm confused.

meanwhile, this makes me wonder if i'm somehow not convinced deep down that this sort of thing is possible. i think i try not to think about it because if i decide i do believe in spoon bending and whatnot, then i'll have to ridicule myself, but if i decide that i don't, i'll end up being disappointed somehow. i'm just a little kid who wants to believe in magic. :)

i finally bought a camera. silly of me not to use it, then. i think today's the last day i had to see jamie, and i didn't bring it with me. blergh. i'll have to remember it tomorrow when i see amanda. assuming i do. because i haven't heard from her. and i forgot to get her number again. you'd think i didn't like these people.

why do i always get urges to practice at two am or later? i was taking legend outside and i just had this craving to play bach's badinerie from his second suite in b minor. hi, i am above and beyond random.

i should go to bed early so that i can be awake enough to enjoy lunch tomorrow, since i'm presuming a) things will work out, and b) amanda's schedule must be more normal than mine. how did i end up being up this late? oh wait, i remember. i can't go to bed. i'm cooking for debi. she's having a pot luck lunch for tomorrow at work and i told her that i'd prepare for her since i arbitrarily decided that she needs sleep more than i do. hum. my priorities get all weird, it seems.

well, no... theoretically i can sleep in. except i have no idea when amanda might call, so that isn't going to pan out after all. *sigh* meanwhile, i haven't started cooking and i'll probably stay up and finish this silly novel and get four hours of sleep or something silly like that. blergh. can i pretend it's not my fault?

right, so it's almost five thirty and i've just put a spinach, onion, feta quiche and a broccoli, onion cheddar quiche in the oven. hopefully i can not screw this up and debi will be happy and i'll miraculously feel rested on five hours sleep or so. hmm. probability--slim to none. now i'll head off and pretend that i'm actually going to sleep. *sigh* i wish. g'night.
posted by Unknown at 4:41 AM