weekend recap
Monday, 2 February 2004 13:02![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatrockstarDad's getting married. I saw Big Fish and cried really hard. The Super Bowl was a non-event, but I did get to see The Boobie on national television (that piercing looks kinda painful). The guys agreed to open mic on the 15th.
I'm bored with food. I'm hungry and there's nothing I want to eat in the kitchen. I bought new exercise pants last week in a size smaller than I normally wear, but they're STILL too big. I'll probably give them away because I've worn them a couple of times and don't feel comfortable returning them like that.
No call back from the interview I had last Monday. Was it Tuesday? I swear my memory is becoming worse. The other day I had to pour out the coffee grounds and start over because I lost count of the scoops somewhere between 3 and 5. The day before that I filled the espresso machine with water twice, making some really crappy shots.
But anyway, the interview. I'm expecting to hear from them this week. Now that I'm starting to get bored at home I really want this job just to have something to do. It would also be nice to have some money to set aside, or to get some better-fitting clothes with, or to pay off my bills.
Talking to my counselor today I went over some solutions to my sister-anger. One involves sending an anonymous letter to her father, who, even though he's a deadbeat, has been clean and sober for over 15 years and doesn't approve of Charlotte's boyfriend at all. The catch is: How do I send it anonymously? I'd have to have someone mail it for me from a completely obscure location far away from Alabama or the Pacific Northwest. It will probably be a week or two before it's actually composed, but I'm open to ideas or volunteers...
I'm bored with food. I'm hungry and there's nothing I want to eat in the kitchen. I bought new exercise pants last week in a size smaller than I normally wear, but they're STILL too big. I'll probably give them away because I've worn them a couple of times and don't feel comfortable returning them like that.
No call back from the interview I had last Monday. Was it Tuesday? I swear my memory is becoming worse. The other day I had to pour out the coffee grounds and start over because I lost count of the scoops somewhere between 3 and 5. The day before that I filled the espresso machine with water twice, making some really crappy shots.
But anyway, the interview. I'm expecting to hear from them this week. Now that I'm starting to get bored at home I really want this job just to have something to do. It would also be nice to have some money to set aside, or to get some better-fitting clothes with, or to pay off my bills.
Talking to my counselor today I went over some solutions to my sister-anger. One involves sending an anonymous letter to her father, who, even though he's a deadbeat, has been clean and sober for over 15 years and doesn't approve of Charlotte's boyfriend at all. The catch is: How do I send it anonymously? I'd have to have someone mail it for me from a completely obscure location far away from Alabama or the Pacific Northwest. It will probably be a week or two before it's actually composed, but I'm open to ideas or volunteers...
