There was a little girl running around Borders last night, in jeans and a black robe, who looked so much like Ginny Weasly from the movie (although her hair wasn't quite as red), that it was alarming. Everytime she ran by, she looked more and more like the girl from the movie. I got there after they were finished with activities, and I stood in line, with Masquerade which I picked up in the science fiction section, because I figured, hey, if I can't amuse myself in a bookstore for an hour, I'm a bad Johnny, and I haven't seen my copy of Masquerade in years. And I found myself standing in line, in the music section, and there was a magazine with a big article about Ani. I had stopped following Ani's career when I didn't like the yellow disc in that two disc set that came out a few years ago, it was too...hip hop-y for me, but the other day I was driving along, and she was being interviewed on the radio, and played some songs by herself, cause she and her band split, and I was like, right, I do like this woman, and so I started reading the magazine. Which led to talking with the nice nerdy 19 year olds standing right behind me. And then I got my book (one for me, and one for Connor) and I was happy happy. It was nice to be happy happy. When I'd left work, "Hannibal" by Dan Bern started playing on my CD player, and that really seemed like the music that fit my mood. I liked the bitter anger, and I was feeling exhausted and frustrated, and I hate my job (I like the people, but I hate the job), and then I was preparing for a potluck, and I really didn't want to cook, and then I couldn't find the cake pans, and I sat on my floor (okay, I was sitting on the floor cause the cake pans are really low to the ground in the cabinet, when they're there) and nearly cried, and considered not going, and considered taking vodka instead of food, and then I thought, hell, I'll make some other sort of dessert, that doesn't involve actual cooking. And I made up this thing with cream cheese and sugar and a bit of triple sec for flavoring and lady fingers and fresh strawberries and blueberries and raspberries and blackberries and canned mandarin oranges, and everyone loved it, including me, and I cheered up incredibly, and Borders was a blast. Apparently, that evening, Connor went off to Barnes and Noble to pick up his book, and they couldn't find my name (I'd reserved two books in my name), and they told him I probably did it at Borders, but he bought one there anyway. He then gave it to his friend Taylor, who gave him money for it, and then he payed me back. I've been curled up in Harry Potter land, remembering how much I love Sirius, all happy. Work sucked, but I made $75 cash. Then I had to wait and wait for there to be silverware, and when they finally gave me silverware I nearly shrieked "silverware!" and threw out my arms. I bet they'd never seen someone act so excited about silverware, but silverware meant "Harry Potter" to me, and so...Then I got home, and the hottub was just extremely appealing, because I thought my feet might fall off. And then my stepdad and I went out for Indian food. Yum. Except it had peppers in it, and they didn't sit well on my stomach. And now I am home, and I am talking to Moira. And in general, I am feeling happy and good.
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09:15:15 PM,Saturday 21 June 2003
I promised Connor I would make him meringues before he leaves the country. When I went to the grocery store earlier this week, I bought this stuff that is 100% pure egg whites, for making meringues. But you can't make the damn things when it's humid. I thought maybe it was clearing up when I bought them, and then it started raining again. I'm all frustrated.
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