no left turn
Originally uploaded by jenijen.
Nate’s stomach feels funny and he wants me to go sleep in his bed. John’s stomach felt funny all weekend and he barfed a few times on Saturday night. I think I’ll stay an arm’s length away from Nate and not wear my new jammies.
Here’s part of a conversation I had today: "But, you know, it IS pretty funny. Or, it would be funny if it was happening to someone I hated instead of to me. I guess that when I hate myself, it is very funny indeed."
It’s been cold and rainy here, so I’ve been listening to good music (Jolie Holland and Nick Cave mostly) while I drive around in the rain and also the cold is increasing my coffee consumption which tends to lead to disaster in social situations. I need to revisit and redevelop my affection for tea. Tea that will help despazzinate me.
I made a calendar on flickr using some of my photos (nary a kid in sight, except April’s shot that shows a little of Willow — her rainboots mainly– peeking from her huge yellow duck umbrella) that I bought intending to give as a christmas gift. Now that it’s here (I had to check it out first), I feel sorta weird sending it. Is it totally narcissistic to give someone a gift like that? What if they don’t like it? Maybe I will just keep it, so every day when I check the date I’ll be reminded of what a conceited ass I am.