Just a Boring Entry
April 4, 2004

I think it will be fun to update the journal only with period entries saying, “I’m getting my life together again.” Perhaps that is only slightly worse than endless entries detailing my sage of pain and suffering. I know: Ideally I might combine these into a single and interesting online journal… But you always want what you can’t have, don’t you?

Why are you reading this anyway? Really, this will be a boring entry.

Here, I’ll prove it to you: I cleaned. Now granted, I’ve chosen to understate my vast accomplishment. And if you knew the full implications of what this meant, you would be surprised to read it here. --Shocked maybe, in that way that miracles are troubling and full of hope all at the same time.

“Have you ever seen a miracle?”

Well, no.

“And all you did was clean, you say?”

Yes -- and get really organized. But here is the brilliant part: Last month marked the one year anniversary in my first house. And last week was the first time this house has ever been completely organized. In fact, it is the first time I’ve been completely unpacked here.

“I should feel happy for you. Yet, somehow, I feel a little sorry…”

Well, you can send money via Paypal just using an email address, you know. But don’t do that. The story gets a little better at least. According to my mom…

“Oh dear.”

…I’ve always functioned so much better when my room was clean. She happily recounted, earlier, that although sometimes she had to fight to make me clean my room, I was always so much happier once it was done. And interestingly (though I can’t confirm her story), it is actually true. I’m able fend off my little bouts of despair and I don’t feel as though I’m under a mountain of impossible tasks. At the moment at least, I’m feeling pretty damn good.

Keeping up with it all is a bit like a video game, however. Everything in its place. Immediately. The dishes threaten to stack up. The glasses in the office threaten to hold political rallies. Various pairs of shoes plan vacations outside the closet. My implements of tea lie on the counter like abandoned cars in a bad sci-fi movie. Or at least they would, if I didn’t keep up with it all.

Peeking into the realm of the somewhat interesting, my air conditioner died last month and needed to be completely replaced... (6k) I was the Maid of Honor in a wedding… The radio in my car quit working leading to a new replacement… On of the shelves in my office collapsed from weight; repairing that is a project still in progress. Part of my house no longer has electricity, and I shudder to think how much fixing that will cost. I replaced my old washer and dryer with a new Kenmore front loading washer set.

This last purchase is part of my plan to meet my one and only true soul mate. Yes, you heard me: My one and only true soul mate.

“No, the justification for buying a new washer and dyer...”

Oh. Well, I bought some new clothes so that I don’t look like happy-go-lucky geek that I really am. And my original (very old) washer and dryer literally ate clothes. And the front loader is just so energy efficient.

“And energy efficiency will help you meet your, whatever you said?”

No. No, I was just pointing that out. Anyway, I trying to lead into the last point which is that I’m trying to meet new people. I don’t really believe in the "one true love thing," though, in my case, I may have to settle for just one. I just want to get out and start meeting new people for the sake of meeting new people. Anything after that is academic.

“Don’t through away your geek clothes just yet.”

Fine, did I mention my old washer and dryer were vandalized when I left them outside for a neighbor who wanted them? I knew this neighborhood was still in revitalization mode, but I didn’t connect that will that idea of bad people still living here. --Not that I couldn’t have happened anywhere. But why do people have to be so horrible? Is it really so hard to not to be a bad person? I mean, really?

“I agree, and all that, but you’re starting to ramble a little.”

I am at that. Did I mention I read The Da Vinci Code? So many people were reading it, and then my brother insisted that I would love it. I did. I read it in just a few days, in fact; now I’m reading Holy Blood, Holy Grail to follow it up. The latter, is going to be a much slower read.

“Well, you'd better get to it then.”

Listening to: "Great Wall," by Paul Oakenfold.