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Rachel's Daily Diary
10 24 pm pst [ the scoop ] The scoop is, I am home alone. My father has gone to a "meeting" in Costa Rica for a week, and my boyfriend has gone back to school. I am committed to various web projects, revamping my resume, and pretending like I know what I am doing in terms of writing cover letters. I have bills to pay and thank you letters to write. I can stay up as late as I want. I can sleep on the couch. I can leave my dishes unwashed for days. I can stay in my pyjamas all day. |
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I can clean out my room. I can exercise excessively. I can give loads of my junk away to charity. I can unpack boxes from my old apartment. I can swim in a sea of sloth, or I can climb to the peak of overactivity. Or I can find a happy medium. I know it doesn't have to be all or nothing, but sometimes I need to be reminded. Tonight, I remind myself. * * * Matthew tells stories through analogy. He told me last night of a lobster -- a lobster which was put in a pot of water. The water temperature increased so slowly that it did not notice the water boiling around it. Matthew says he worries that his live is getting better -- less stressy -- but he's not even noticing, because it is improving gradually over time. He asked me to make sure he is appreciating the good times. |
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* * * Tomorrow night I have a date with my mother. We are going to cook up a feast, and engage in general bonding activities (Monday morning we will see an early movie). My mother's mother died when my mother was a junior in high school, so she missed out on a lot of traditional mother-daughter activities, like sharing recipes. My mother makes up for her lack twice over with me. She is always trying to be super mom. She is usually quite successful. * * * Farscape, a program on the Sci-Fi Channel, decares itself to be the most cinematic show on television. I find it odd that television should always live in the shadow of cinema, that it should always be a lesser art. Never shall we hear that a film is televisionistic, television-like, or televisionesque. |
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I played with my tree watercolor this evening. Try the larger version. |
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* * * < yesterday * * * two years ago today: "I used to hate that I couldn't turn off my thoughts. Now the constant hum of interest is a comfort." * * * one year ago today: "I will be using the three day weekend to clean my room." |
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One month ago today, I helped my beau pick out his new glasses.
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