5.11.01

in my cd player this week: the murmurs: self-titled album

this morning started with that omigod-they’re-going-to-tow-my-car moment of horror, where i sit straight up in bed and scare the bejeezuses out of the cat. i jumped out of bed and ran outside in my p.j.s, happy to discover that they hadn’t yet got to my part of the street. i moved the car, still in p.j.s. these are the parts of city life that i will not miss at all.

i haven’t been posting because 1) blogger’s been down and 2) my life is boring these days – i supposed the fact that i haven’t had to ride the muni hardly at all this week would account for my lack of interesting news. i’m having a going-away bbq for myself tomorrow, which should be fun but in actuality causes all sorts of “what if no one comes?”-type paranoia, left over from junior high school years in which i didn’t have parties because i didn’t have any friends to invite to said events. i bought a case of corona at safeway today, and the guy didn’t even card me. man, i’m getting old. acquiring the recipes for the guacamole and chicken marinade necessitated several phone calls to england. mari (provider of the magic recipes) was wandering around oxford talking to me on her mobile phone. ohh, envy – i miss oxford. i really really need to marry a british citizen some day so that i can work in england. or just get to be a really really famous director and be so good that everyone wants to hire me regardless of my nationality. yeah, right.