Tuesday, June 09, 2015

our old friend fear and you and me

Today was not quite as excellent as yesterday, but I remind myself that any day when I get words on a page is a good day. I didn't get to the cafe until 8:45ish, which was later than I should have gone, but I saw the same couple making out there this morning who were making out there yesterday, which catapulted them from 'mildly interesting' to 'omg so fascinating'. They were both wearing professional business attire, although he'd hung his jacket over the second-floor railing to keep it from getting mussed whilst making out. So I must wonder now if they're having some sort of illicit affair, whereby making out in cafes at eight a.m. is the only way to see each other. I shall go again tomorrow and report back!

Anyway, despite that distraction, I got a couple of pages down, as well as doing some light editing of what I wrote yesterday (which I surprisingly liked even better today). Then I came home, showered, and walked to the SF office to have lunch with Gyre. The tacos were excellent, but of course his company was even better; I hadn't seen him for a couple of months, so we had a lot to catch up on with his job and mine. He eventually escorted me out, and I then walked to my salon to get my brows waxed (maybe not the most necessary thing in the world, but it's not high on the list of things to cut if I get more frugal). And then I bought groceries, got a lyft home, marinaded some chicken, and proceeded to take a nap and then do nothing.

I had meant to write tonight, but I sank into lethargy instead. However, I rallied, made some tea, and took care of some financial stuff - deciding whether to renew my life insurance coverage from work (answer: no, since getting it elsewhere would be cheaper), and compiling numbers for my tax advisor about how much I've made this year so I can pay my quarterly estimate. Adult life is fun. Then I wrote in my journal, painted my nails, and wrote this blog post so that you have something to enjoy in the future.

And with that, I shall sleep; I want to get up tomorrow and go back to the cafe de amor to a) write and b) spy on strangers, and then I have to train with Alyssa before meeting Anne and Barbara for a writing date. Goodnight!

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