the weekends are harder
Instead of going to a fun party last night, I stayed home and cried about Rain. I'm healing nicely overall, but the weekends are harder because I have time to reflect a little bit. And my apartment's hollowness without king fuzzy is more apparent when I have some time to spend here. The times I miss him most: waking up, coming home from work, and naps.
I've been so antisocial lately. Mostly it's about just being exhausted. After a full and harried work week, I've got homework. And what time I have left after that, I like to be by myself. Maybe read, maybe knit, maybe watch a movie. If there's any time left after the work, homework, and solitary requisites, I spend time with friends. It hasn't been much lately. I mostly only do it when there's live music involved.

And how are YOU?

I watched Minority Report on tv last night (while I alternated knitting and quietly crying). It's an interesting movie, but I had forgotten how much the product placements galled me. I'm so offended when product placement is really obvious, and the thought that in the future advertisements and retail stores could scan my eye and know everything about me, tailoring their billboards to me as I walk by, well that just freaks my shit right out.
Urban life already seems out of control and even dystopian for the likes of me. I hate the crowds, the ads, the noise. When I walk down the street at night in the (ironically named) Mission with the trash blowing in the street and the smell and the cars circling and circling for parking spaces, I oftentimes feel like I'm an extra in Blade Runner. And I like the Mission! You can imagine how I feel about the Tenderloin. Or North Beach/Marina where the trash blowing down the streets is replaced by fur coats or tourists. I'd better start saving my pennies now, so that by the time eye-scanned advertising comes about, or much sooner, I can afford to retire to a little cottage in New Mexico.
- posted by loosh @ 11:04 AM