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Friday, October 11, 2002

It is a gloriously mild, tender, golden October evening, way up in the 70s, and I've been out walking around and breathing it in. Tonight the temperature will commence to drop like a brick, and tomorrow at this time it could be snowing. And so it all begins again.

I'd been puzzling all afternoon over wherefore the stiffness and soreness in my left arm/shoulder/wrist, when suddenly I remembered -- duh, dumbass, maybe because you got hit by a bike this morning? Truly, I'd forgotten, but while hurrying to work this morning, I pedaled out of the blind alley and got hit broadside from the left by a young lunatic biking madly down the sidewalk. Nobody fell over, bikes seemed undamaged, no blood was visible, so we exchanged apologies (we are Minnesotans, after all) and went our ways. But the aging body remembers small insults of this kind more tenaciously than it used to. And so ho for the ibuprofen and the heating pad. Must remember not to sleep on that side tonight.

Speaking of sleep, while I'm in this vein of boring self-absorption, I actually remember a dream from last night (infrequent event). Someone had died in my house, some pudgy elderly male stranger, and I knew that I needed to do something about this--call the cops, call a doctor, something--but I was having a paralysis of will and action, the sort of indecisive dithery passivity that characterizes my waking life these days, and I couldn't decide what to do, or make myself do anything, and finally I just stuck the body in a corner, where it slowly mummified, over some period of time, during which I kept trying to pretend it wasn't there, except that periodically I'd find little things around the house -- a tooth; a severed finger; a chunk of hair -- and I'd think in a panic Oh god, I really have to do something about that! I have to make myself do something! Woke in a state of deep exhausted self-loathing. I think the subconscious is hitting me with the big stick of "Kat? It is well past time for the together-gettingness of shit to ensue."

I started some grouching about this week's Buffy a couple of days ago, and though I think there was more I wanted to say, if I don't post it now it won't get posted, so for what it's worth, if you're interested, check here.

Arm hurts. Going now to settle down with some Maker's Mark and the Twins-Angels game. [more]

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Sunday, October 6, 2002

Well. Dammit. I was all ready to be done with Angel, at the end of last season, and then I watched tonight's premiere. (spoilers within) [more]

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