I have this inexplicable sharp pain in my ankle. It’s not like I twisted it. It’s like I’m being stabbed with a needle, but there’s no mark. It comes and goes, and seems worse after I run. Weird.
I’m at 3,869 words for NaNoWriMo, which means I’m slightly ahead. I signed up for a writers’ meet up (yay for being social!) this Sunday. It’s a marathon session of writing at a cafe, from 10 AM to 4 PM, with snack and lunch breaks.
I was planning on growing my hair out into a bob, but I don’t know if I can stand it. I may end up chopping it all off again.
I dreamed the other night that I was at a show with my family. We were two hours early, and we all dispersed and agreed to meet up later. Then I found out they had all had dinner together and didn’t tell me. I kept yelling at them but found I had no voice. My aunt shrugged like, “Oh well.”
I started reading Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Rings, book number one on the BBC top 100. I like it so far, but I’m glad I saw the movies a billion times so I know what’s going on.
The crying I kept thinking was a newborn baby is actually a cat. I realized this last night when the cat seemed out of control.
The people in my building are drunk with power. 1) The cleaning girl – the same one who gave me a hard time a few weeks ago – grilled MB the other night about whether or not he actually lived here, despite the fact that he had keys. You really think you’re going to remember all seventy odd people who live here? Unless you’re the doorman who sees people come and go all day, you just won’t.
2) Some dude informed me the other day that the exterminator had to come up to *my* apartment that exact moment even though a) there are more than sixty other units in the building, b) I was in my robe, and c) MB was in the shower. He generously gave me half an hour, and we rushed out of there. Then it turned out the exterminator was only doing the first two floors.
The Whole Foods near us is old school. The check out lines are set up traditionally – you unload your groceries on the moving belt while the anxious person behind you climbs up your ass to unload their stuff. The newer set ups are way better: you wait till your number flashes and then it’s just you and the cash register person.
Today is Free First Tuesday. In other words, the first Tuesday of the month all museums are free. This afternoon I’ll probably check out SF MoMA.
Just three weeks till Thanksgiving! MB and I will be flying to LA, where we’ll stay with my brother. My parents and aunt will be staying with with my grandmother nearby, and my cousin and her husband (the famous Huang Lei and Shane) and their daughter will be joining us on Turkey Day. It’ll be the first big family Thanksgiving I’ve ever had (in-laws don’t count). Usually it’s just me and my parents since my bro’s out here. Should be fun.
What is this fancy new WF checkout you talk about? I’ve only always had the regular grocery store ones. Sounds like the way TJ Maxx converted theirs and I always feel like it takes longer.
What did you think of the SFMoMA? I usually really like their exhibits.
haha, I’m definitely with Sitcomgirl on this one. I’ve never even heard of such a fancy schmancy checkout. All of our grocery stores here are still “old school” :)