10 28 am pdt [ well worn selves ]

We are worn out. We had errands today: get an oil change, print and deliver my resume to a Berkeley location, go to Costco (for gas, rasin bran, and mineral water), get ceramic bottoms for two of my bonsai, get graduation and get well cards, and clean Matthew's old room. We did all but the last. I have little inclination to write just now. Food and sleep are much more appealing...

[ 3 years: ]

three years ago today: Working will be over soon and then I am going to see a matinee. I have spent my free time at work adding links to yesterday's entry.

two years ago today: I wonder if I could just go to a bar all by myself. That seems like such a desperate thing to do, but it could be quite the adventure. I try to believe that I could handle myself in any situation, but I know that friends and family would highly disapprove of such an activity. Of course, they are not what stop me. I stop me. Some times I am a very brave girl, but others I am a downright chicken. I look forward to the new me I can let emerge in New York.

one year ago today: My sister is in town. She is an inch shorter than me. She wears the same bra size and she is the exact same weight as me. Her shoe size is one size larger than mine. She's 14 and I'm 22, and I think I'm jealous that she's still growing. We all know she's going to be taller than me, and that makes me grouchy. Don't get me wrong. I like being small. Being petite and having long hair are the two most powerful ways I identify myself physically.