just like that, come on: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...
today is exhalation day. after my roller-coaster-type (ew, cliche) week, this weekend has been a huge relief. no stress. becca came over friday nite, quieted me down. we drank tea w/ my family (why should they be exempt from the scattering fad? my grandparents left for vt yesterday and my brothers went to cornell til tuesday.)
then we slept and slept and slept. when we woke up, we had breakfast, read comics, came back upstairs, crawled back into bed, read tarot for every person we could think of, stayed in bed a little longer, finally leaving to get diet coke. we drank, sitting on a bench in front of politics and prose, still wearing our pajamas. momentum carried us to my favorite indian place; we got a couple funny looks from other patrons but the food rocked, as always.
we changed once we got home (after lounging in bed some more and reading more tarot). ilana called as we were out the door to come visit her at the seed. we met her just as she was going on break and ate custard and i posed the same question i'd posed to becca earlier: if you could pick the number that was your fixed IQ and your weight, and it had to be both and you couldn't change either, what would you do? it works best if you're littler, b/c if you're tall, you can shrug and say 150 or 160 or whatever and it's not that big a deal. but 150 or 160 on a medium 5'1"-and-a-half frame would be somewhere b/w mattress and couch.
lots of talk about IQ recently. not sure why. i don't even know what mine is.
becca dropped me off and went home; i watched sophie's choice, which, like ghost world, i recognized to be a really good movie but which nevertheless didn't really affect me. again, i'm not sure why. both had great acting and interesting stories (tho the ending of sophie's world wasn't as shocking as i expected it to be). hmm.
after a detour at jackie's, which was too awkward for words, ilana and i ended up back at becca's and this morning, becca drove me home. it's weird that everyone's away. now that they are, of course, i get the impulse to call. *shaking head*
what am i going to do next week? mmm, write, maybe. or send stuff out.
incidentally, the FTP problem turned out to be a problem w/ kestrel, the swarthmore server. they fixed it; hopefully it'll stay fixed. i put the pages back up and all is fine.