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posted by [personal profile] eftychia at 09:47pm on 2002-09-02

Current state: somewhat calmer, still feeling terribly hurt, frustrated about how my weekend went, trying to relax.

That I spent Labor Day weekend working and never got out to visit [livejournal.com profile] anusara as I'd planned is not the fault of a slavedriving boss or anything -- it's because my health interfered with my getting the assignment done by mid-Saturday and my own stubbornness kept me from fixing that problem more quickly. I hit the end of the authorized number of hours to spend on the assignment and sent in what I had in the wee hours of this morning, then spent all of today sleeping. When I woke, it was kind of late to be starting travel, and I still felt kind of wobbly.

So I spent the weekend alone in my house. I did see someone face-to-face this afternoon, when my landlord and serpent player dropped by. I never even got out to the grocery store, and supplies are running a bit low. Tomorrow on the way home from Thrir Venstri Foetr rehearsal, I'll probably stop by a supermarket and see how much of my shopping list I can squeeze out of the amount of money in my wallet.

To try to relax and deal with my frustrations, I've started reading a cool explanation of hexachords in early music, while listening to some XXth Century jazz. (It's an album which usually cheers me up a bit. Last night I was more in the mood for the Liquid Sky soundtrack, but I didn't feel like going downstairs to look in the box of LPs for it.) One of these days I should set up the piano (Fender-Rhodes -- it's been sitting in its case since I moved in); it'd be useful for making sense of what I'm reading. Tonight I'll wind up noodling on the bass or guitar instead.

Dinner (which is also breakfast) is a frozen burrito with a packet of that mushroom sauce that comes with a tray of portabellos (I never use the sauce with the mushrooms -- I save it to do things like this with) squeezed over it, and rice that I threw a bunch of spices into. Funny thing is that the rice makes the whole thing seem almost like a "real food" meal instead of the mediocre frozen burrito that it is. *shrug* Whatever: it worked. (There's actually some irony in the rice, but only if you know a bunch of otherwise irrelevant details.)

I'm about to crawl back into bed with the printout of that music theory article and try to convince myself to keep things slow long enough to let my body recover from the weekend. I do find myself wishing that hypertext worked on paper as well as on the screen. Some things are just easier for me to deal with on paper (and some times I just want to lie in bed and read instead of at the computer), but it'd be cool to be able to follow the links off-page.

Music:: The Billy Tipton Memorial Saxophone Quartet, Make It Funky God
Mood:: 'tired' tired
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