Tuesday, June 20, 2000

Sunday morning I was lounging around in bed at 11 AM, trying to work up the courage to get up when the phone rang. It was my friend B, calling from New Hampshire-- I had completely forgotten she and her boyfriend we at a wedding up here, and wanted to visit Boston. So I threw on some clothes and frantically cleaned the kitchen before they showed up. I haven't seen her in a good two years... we were very close in Ithaca, then we fell out of touch once I moved here.

The weekend was fun. Our friend E, who I haven't seen in a good four years was here, too, on a business trip. The last time I saw him, we somehow fell into bed together, an incident that I can't even remember clearly. I just remember that somehow, we both knew it was going to happen, and it did, and then he left for DC again the next morning. B and her boyfriend were in the guest room last night, so I nervously offered to share my bed with E. We had never talked about the last time we saw each other, so I wasn't really sure what was going on, or how far I really wanted things to go. In the end we just sort of cuddled all night, which was nice. I don't think either of us gets a lot of that these days.

I still haven't registed for classes next fall which is... bad. I was supposed to do that last week, but I'm always at work when the registrar's in her office, and I'm bad at organizing things. I should really get that squared away by the end of this week. I also have to do stupid things like file my taxes (oops) and pay that four-month-old vet bill. Once next semester's over, I'll be officially done.

Last week, I had major fantasies of joining the Peace Corps and fleeing the country for two years. I might still go for it. It's such a big commitment that I think it's one of those things you shouldn't think about too much: either just do it or don't. And just because I apply doesn't necessarily mean I'll get accepted. I want to go to Eastern Europe.

L leant me a book called Naked by David Sedaris that kept me up until 3am the other night. It's a personal memoir, written by a guy with obsessive compulsive disorder who hitchhiked all over the country, fell in with all sorts of strange people, like born-again Christians, and ended up staying a week at a nudist colony. It's also the funniest thing I've ever read in my life.

I'm at work. I have to go reshelve vols I -- LXXXVII of Shepard's Nevada Litter Control Law Citations or whatever now.