Wednesday, March 26, 2003

I go on about Eric and his Blanche Dubois days, but as you all have of course noticed by now, I am the Blanche of the family.  (Well, some of the cats could be candidates, too….)  After several days of weepiness and a shit time at work, I was feeling more than a little wrung out.  So here it was Tuesday, and we were sitting on the floor in front of the TV, watching Buffy and spilling duck sauce on the carpet and otherwise having a high old time. You all know about Chinese takeout – shiny sauces, plastic packets of things, sticky rice, Styrofoam, fortune cookies.  Makes you feel logey afterwards.  I have nothing further to add. You’ll not hear from me tomorrow, as I am winging back to Texas for a weekend of R&R.  So we’re going to Houston, not exactly known as a capital of sweet relaxation, but I’ll manage it.  Never fear, however, for the Project’s coming with me, and I foresee many horrors with goose and caramel in the very near future.  ‘Til then, then….   7:52:32 AM    comment []