Laboring For Something To Do
02 September 2002

There's another entry up, from earlier.

Greg went to Montreal this weekend, to attend the dual Jewish-and-civil union of two of his friends (whose union is, by the way, the first same-sex union to be featured in the New York Times). We ultimately decided that he would go by himself for two reasons: one, we were able to get his plane ticket with miles and saving the money on my ticket, in this summer where our bank account has dropped significantly, is a good thing; two, he never, never gets to see any of his friends and a lot of them were attending. Since I've met most of them, and the wedding was starting to have one of those college-reunion type of feels, we decided he might have more fun if he could spend the weekend immersed in "so, at Yale, in 1987, remember when we did x?" and not have to have any of those "my wife has no idea about any of this, nor does she find our almost-twenty year old private jokes amusing," plus it's good for spouses to get away from each other, etc. I'm explaining this terribly, but the reasons were good, and off Greg went.

I, naturally, have been bored almost every minute; the wedding was apparently unbelievable; Greg, while glad to have the opportunity to talk incessantly to his friends about whatever and have private time with many of them still wishes I'd gone, and I think I agree with him. Except for one rampagingly fun twenty-four hours, I have:

--slept either too much or not enough
--ate like crap, and usually not in a fun way
--tried to watch two terrible movies (Nora and Ten Tiny Love Stories)
--watched more TV than I ever watch, including my first two episodes of Trading Spaces as well as the E! True Hollywood Story on Growing Pains and a near-two hour special on Who's the Boss
--read one book for school (Untouchable by Mulk Raj Anand, a very well written and very depressing story about one day in the life of a member of India's lowest caste)
--read about forty pages of Wordsworth: Poet, Lover, Rebel, Spy (talk of this soon to be at Spots of Time)
--cleaned the kitchen, dining room, guest room, and some of the living room
--primed the downstairs powder room so it can be painted and painted a test spot and decided I hate the color
--applied for jobs at monster.com
--read entirely too much Star Trek: Voyager fanfiction for someone who didn't watch the last two seasons and stopped writing herself years ago, despite continuing to maintain an Internet site for it

Things I Did Not Do:

--Study for the GRE

Saturday night, of course, I was joined by Elizabeth and Kate and Corina for a girls' weekend, sadly without Colleen. We had make-your-own-tacos and drank two bottles of fab wine I bought at Best Cellars in DC and drank Cider Jack and, when we learned Elizabeth was still sober, drove to the Wine and Spirits Shoppe and bought Vanilla Smirnoff and a bottle of limoncello and sat in the basement and watched Greek tragedies and terrible movie musicals and called most of our mutual friends (Col, be glad we decided 12:30 was far too late to call you) and ate cake and many members of the To (long O) family (that's the Frito, the Cheeto, and the Dorito) and drank Drunken Vanilla Cokes and had a blast. One of the things we rarely do together is drink, so a night on the couch laughing hysterically over bad movies was just the thing.

In the morning we were all pretty chipper and went to Cosi for tea and ate breakfast at home and then went to IKEA (where you have to be insane to go on a Sunday!) and then to H&M and then they went home, and I have been bored and lonely again. Greg comes home tomorrow. Yay!

This weekend has shown me one thing: I need more structure than this. School starts on Wednesday night, so at least I have classes twice a week until I find a job. I need something to do. It's hard to discipline myself just to study and clean. I need other activities! Being bored makes me cranky. I don't want to be cranky. I want to be occupied. Someone hire me!

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