Thursday, January 13, 2005

I'm so tired


I wamt to cry. But I'm a freakin' trooper.

(10 hours later)
I wrote "wamt"!
I wonder how many errors I made in all the emails I wrote last night.
Anyway, things are looking up: My baby's trip is over 50% done...Last night, I ate a good pizza and got some good sleep...This morning, I massaged my feet and painted my toes. Now, I'm ready to do it all, baby.

Friday, January 07, 2005

I'm still high


...this time it's on Baileys Irish Creme; I'm taking it as medicine for my cold.
This cold will be gone tomorrow. I won't miss the raw feeling up my nose. I may miss the haziness that was a result of not sleeping well, of being so ill, and maybe of drinking too much Baileys'.
I was meeting Xin and Maryam today and heard myself try to make a point about our work - I was sure there was a point and that I could reach it. There is a particular freedom here; it comes from losing control and leaving others to worry about whether the junk I say means anything. (Right now, I am consuming a lot of time and thought in trying to write well.)