I emailed Kristin earlier, about having a hard time working today. In a good way. I've gotten up to write every day this week (I think, or at least the last 4) and I'm a little tired and a little excited and ready for another Week End. Tonight especially, because it's John In The Morning, At Night. John in the Morning actually being on in the morning is enough, to have the theme song play at 6:00 am in real time is enough (when I'm up for it, another benefit of being up this week in time to hear it most of the days), and hearing the Friday song on a Friday - well, that happened at home too, but every Friday, I hear the Friday song, and I'm like, OMFG. I'm in Seattle. It's Friday. It's John in the Morning, in the morning. And tonight it's John In The Morning At Night. In the morning. At night.
You see how easily I am floored by such things. Like Delia getting stuck on chew or groom, a record player that needs a nudge to get to the next groove.
I'm particularly excited about Harvey Danger playing an acoustic set, because I love how Sean Nelson belts it out (at the very least he's quite the showman, all hands flagellating circa Jack Black, actually circa John Cusack imitating Jack Black is what's in my mind right now, thanks to a late-night feature of High Fidelity last night) and also because if Senor Roderick is in town, the possibilites of him being around / maybe on stage even are Good.
4:54. Home stretch.
So what else... so today, like I said before, was rough to get through until all the espresso kicked in and got me to clear off my desk for the last hour and a half. And now there's new stuff, but I'm going to leave it for Monday - because it's new, and I can - and keep today all fresh and clean desk-y. I spent most of the morning all wrapped up in a chenille throw in my head, napping in a pile of cats, stuck on a letter Gloria had me write this morning for stepwork tomorrow afternoon. Mix tapes, moments, a series of fortunate events, open hands, unfolded everything. A perfect day for a good show... I can't wait.
I have not called any Boys in days. No exes. Nothing that even smells like exes. I took Will's advice and now have two entries under "TROUBLE" in my phone, which helps for both incoming and outgoing calls. It's nice. I learned yesterday that Manny Ramirez got traded to the Dodgers this summer, and I had *no* idea. I was floored by this. And wanted very badly to discuss it with several boys. But instead I called my friend Kevin from back in Connecticut to find out that the Red Sox, the Dodgers, and both Chicago teams are apparently doing quite well for themselves as we start October. I'll have to make a point of checking things out on this big Interwebranet I've got at my fingertips... people were floored that I didn't know. It was like the time my sponsee was all excited that I didn't know package stores closed at 9 (it was 8 like, forever, and how the hell would I know) and she spent like, two months talking about it. Funny. Manny. You asshole. Whatever.
The things that happen when I focus on Goals and Unfolding are so much better than anything I'm capable of Planning. Although I'm learning more and more how to Get Better At Planning - it's nice to fire like, eight things off a list in one day. Who knew. Kristin knew. Well, and a lot of people I'm sure. But still.
Red Sox, no ex, KRDO and lambda, work is work, shows are abundant. I've already got about 1/3 of this month booked up on my calendar, with Wants and Needs and Have-tos. But they're almost all fun things. I can't wait.
Welcome, rOctober. Welcome.
With love from your favorite ex-girlfriend,
VvB
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