Well I did it. I braved the weather and walked to the store to buy coffee. It's just not right to be inside during a snow storm and not have anything hot to sip on. Luckily it is only a little over a half of a block to the store, so it was a quick walk, but I got a definite feel for what it's like out there. Snow coming down in chunks and blowing in every imagineable direction. The greek lady next door shoveling all morning. She's a trooper. Where is her husband and two sons I wonder? Men are spoiled, disgusting. I spoke to her on my way in and out. She loves to talk in that little tiny high pitched shout of hers. Her son likes to stand outside a lot and holler like a maniac at her in the doorway, but today it seems he is being a shut-in. So she's shoveling in peace.
Ween is playing on my launchcast. Wallowing desparate beautiful sadness in Moving Away. Coffee is made. Cats are frollicking. Pile of laundry is looking at me, begging to be washed. Stomach wondering if I am ever going to put anything in it. Some chorizo and eggs and a piece of toast would be fine. Slept really late after staying up really late, and it feels like morning even though it is 2:30 in the afternoon. Had weird dreams. Really weird. Song shifts to David Bowie's Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud. He's crazy, but it's a happy crazy.
Spoke to Kathleen and she is ice skating at Rockefeller Center with her cousin. She sounded cold and cheerful and sniffly on the phone. I admit I felt a pang of envy because I'm sure it's lots of fun, but this is a day to be indoors for this girl. My radio station is seriously kicking ass today. I'm dancin in my seat. No joke. Check out Lucy Pearl's Dance Tonight. Rob turned me on to it and that is the fuckin jam.
Posted by Maria at December 6, 2003 02:33 PM