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05/06/2008 = 10:01 AM

Bad stuff about yesterday:

• I was sick but I still had Things to Do.

• One of those Things was the supermarket, and That Man of Mine made me take one of the drivey carts. I cannot tell you how badly I'd rather have walked in pain than to be stared at whilst shopping in a drivey cart.

• I also hated that he was right, and I probably couldn't have shopped at all without it.

• So by the time we got to the checkout and he said, "Don't you feel better?" I hated him, too. Blindly, irrationally, and with the all-consuming passion I normally reserve for insects, arachnids, and other arthropods that can't be steamed and served with drawn butter. Ugh. He was absolutely abhorrent to me.

• I was quite ill when we got home, and I couldn't eat anything most of the day, which blew my holiday off the schedule. Being a Golfwidowist (best ever one-person religion), I don't celebrate Cinco de Mayo, but one of the most important holidays of Golfwidowism is Michael Palin's Birthday, which is somewhat similar in that you get to eat guacamole and chips, drink Mexican beer, and do the standard toast of "NOBODY expects a Spanish Inquisition." This did not happen so much, yesterday, because of the whole "quite ill" thing.

• I yelled at That Man of Mine at least twice, and possibly three times, not because he did anything wrong, but because I still hated him.

• The Mom responded to an email I sent her (inviting her to come out and have some delicious Indian food one day when she's free) by telling me that my dad has been impossible lately, which depresses me, not only because I feel the "real" him slipping away more and more, but because I miss seeing her.

Good stuff about yesterday:

• By 10:00 pm, I was feeling stable enough to eat some soup, so I could have medicine. The soup was a hot and sour Thai soup I'd conceived a few months ago and frozen, and I'd forgotten how freaking good it had come out. It tasted so wonderful that I ate a whole small bowl of it, and it stayed down. Yay soup.

• I figured out how I can put everything on my shopping list, load it all into my cart, and still wind up home without it. I was kind of a captive audience, because I was sitting with it in front of me instead of standing at the register or the bagging area, and I was witness to his putting random stuff he's "not ready for" onto the shelf while he rings out other random stuff, then forgetting to put the original stuff on the conveyor. I don't yet know how I can repair this, but at least I've uncovered the stupidity.

• I won three awards at Blog Prom. Screw Prom Queen: I hit the trifecta.

Most Likely to Wear One of those Tuxedo T-Shirts Instead of a Tux
Most Likely to Smoke Pot in the Parking Lot
Best Impression of a Drag Queen

Of all of these, the one I most regret winning was the tuxedo t-shirt one. I really would have liked to see Bud walk away with that. But it's all right. I'm extremely geeked out.

I also want to congratulate my winning table-mates/dates: Peter (who took Most Likely to Never Leave the Dance Floor), Quin (who tied with me as Most Likely to Smoke Pot in the Parking Lot), and Tim (who ran away with Most Likely to Have Their Parents Drop Them Off).

• Not only did That Man of Mine apologize each time I yelled at him, even though he hadn't, strictly speaking, done anything wrong, he encouraged me to take a nap, and stayed quiet while I did so.

• And when I woke up, he showed me what had come in the day's mail/package deliveries: my belated birthday present.

• Obviously, he had no money, but he was determined for me to have a nice birthday, so, unbeknownst to me, he cashed in all of his Coke Reward Points (and, given how much diet Coke he consumes, those must have been a lot of freaking points) and got me ...

... a telescope.

Say what you will about what a Boy he can be, sometimes, and say what you will about how the Universe likes to mess with my head. With one birthday gesture, That Man gave me control of the Universe, and maybe I'll get through it in one piece, after all.

Bad stuff about today:

• I have The Guilt about hating on That Man, especially since he could probably have gotten himself something pretty awesome with those Coke Points but spent them on me instead.

• I have to go back to the store, because one of the things That Man put in the cart but never rang out was toilet paper.

Good stuff about today:

• I can cook what I was going to have for Michael Palin's Birthday tonight. I'm a day late for yesterday's festivities, but just in time for Taco Tuesday.

• Tonight at sunset, I should be able to see Mercury, right by the crescent moon. Actually, you ought to be able to see that with your naked eye, at least a little bit, or, if you need to get closer, you can use binoculars or the viewfinder of a camera with a good close-up lens. You don't need a telescope. But I have one.

• And somewhere in there, I'll figure out a way to see the Mom.

Tags: bad day

drinking: ginger beer
listening to: Madonna, She's Not Me
my new toy: powerseeker 50. not top of the line, but better than what i had, which was nothing