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This morning I felt like I had a hangover. What's so remarkable about that you ask? I haven't done anything party-related in weeks. At some point between falling asleep last night and waking up this morning I went on a bender. Sleepwalking? Who knows… I'm better now, though.
I was in the middle of updating my journal this morning when my Uncle Jimmy decided to surprise me with a visit. I, of course, didn't get another chance to sit down with my journal until now. You know, Virginia Woolf used to always talk about how women need a room of their own to write and whatnot. Of course, Leonard was always poking his head in and saying, “How you feelin' now, love?” That got too annoying so she killed herself. I don't think anyone wants my blood on their hands. Folks should leave me alone when they hear me typing all furiously.
But, joy of joys, I bought new bras today. I am so happy. 34D is the verdict. I had this rather jubilant saleslady help me and she kept advising me to pull my girls up. I had never thought of calling them my girls. I've referred to them as the twins before, or my udders, or “these fucking things that won't get out of my way.” “My girls” is much more affectionate and I'm not feeling as hostile to them now that they're properly supported.
But, of course, there was the three-way mirror inspection and inevitable depression. My big question today was, “What's with my legs?” Lots of cellulite craters. I'm wondering if jogging would totally kill me. I've never really been a regular jogger and my biggest concern is that it will bother all of the shin splints and tendinitis lying dormant in my hips and ankles. I need some cardio, though. I'm going to shut up now because this is starting to sound like Britney Spears' private thoughts.
Oh yeah, yesterday at the Social Security office I found out that the baby's application was processed and that whoever told me that it would take up to 30 days was misinformed. The woman I spoke to told me that duh, of course it takes up to 3 months. So she said that he should receive his number in about a week. Hopefully that's the case. I'm so confused by all of this mess. And everyone keeps interrogating me as to why this wasn't taken care of in the hospital. I keep getting exasperated because I was on loads of Percocet and don't remember anything. How am I supposed to keep all of that stuff straight?
Last night Stacey and I ran some errands, made some yummy pizza and rented some movies. The Weezer fans at West Coast Video must think I am very strange. I returned Flatliners and They Live and walked out with Eraserhead and Dark City. I like renting movies with Stacey because she's always up for something weird. When we lived in Richmond we used to go to this great little video store called Strawberry Street Video and get the goriest flicks they had. I'm going to have to introduce her to Incredibly Strange Video. She'd love it there.
We only managed to watch Eraserhead last night. It was pretty wild. I had avoided seeing it until now because I thought that I might be too disturbed by the whole baby thing. It was just incredibly entertaining. I also remembered that I have David Lynch in my blood. I watched Twin Peaks all the time when I was little, much to the dismay of my Catholic school teachers and classmates. A bunch of idjits on imdb.com have posted their interpretation of all of the deep symbolism in the flick. I just don't really feel like thinking about it right now.
Tomorrow…Easter. Yay. I'm going to the country club for brunch with the family. I don't mean to sound like some proletarian-wannabe, but I really can't deal with the country club. Their food is pretty good. But the people there are just annoying. Plus, my grandmother always introduces me to fellow “club members” who always say one or more of the following:
“Oh, we've heard a lot about you…”
“You're the dancer, right?”
“Oh…so what are you doing now?”
“Oh…that's nice…”
“Is this your husband?”
“Oh…uh huh…”
“Your baby is beautiful.”
“Yikes! My Bloody Mary feedbag is empty. Please, excuse me.”
Sigh.
Ugh, I had more material this morning but I can't remember it now. I have some housework to do and then I plan on playing some Final Fantasy. Perhaps I'll treat you to more later.
