yayyyy internet it’s the weekend! isn’t that magical?
I thought i’d post a happy saturday update since my last post was pretty bitter. I’m having an emotional few weeks. I kept wondering what the hell was wrong with me because I felt perpetually nauseated for no obvious reason, but it dawned on me yesterday that I felt like that in the weeks after my dad’s death and a couple days after my last breakup and as I’ve already noted, my emotions definitely manifest themselves physically in a way they didn’t used to. Also, I cannot wake up to save my life lately, which makes me wonder if I’m mildly depressed. But not too depressed, because it’s saturday and I’m in a great mood. is there such thing as workweek depression? maybe that’s the same thing as being an adult, i don’t know.
Today I had a long talk with several members of my family, which was energizing and awesome, and then David and I went shopping and I bought myself presents and we met Bucky for dinner and Batman and it was great. With the exception of the Bucky’s WoW acronym response to me telling his poor on-rotations-since-6am ass that i was still in my pajamas at 2pm, it was completely nice and undramatic. But I had that one coming, and WoW acronyms are always dramatic…I mean, they’re all invented by irreverent 14 year old boys, so you can’t expect a whole lot of civility.
Also, Internet…I owe you some more pictures of Nixie, who remains the cutest most wonderful bird in the world. I will do that soon, because he’s got more personality every day and I want to capture it. He’s now in full flight, which has been making the apartment a little more exciting, for better or for worse. Making the decision about whether to keep your bird clipped is i think a whole lot like making the decision of whether or not to circumcise your child…popular opinion varies by community (e.g., Europeans think wing-clipping is barbaric) and both sides have very good points, but having neither wings nor a penis myself, i would feel better if there was one generically accepted right answer. Since there isn’t and a decision needs to be made, I’ve decided to let Nixie fly until that creates problems. For now, it’s nice…he will fly through all the rooms of my apartment and land on my head or outstretched hand. He’s got definite opinions about food and toys. And we are working on the word “NO” with varying degrees of progress (depending on the day). So far we’re at the point where he knows he shouldn’t be doing something, which is exactly why he insists on proving that he can. And then I insist on proving that he can take a time-out in his cage. He makes a really adorable little growl when he isn’t getting what he wants, but he isn’t mean about it.
I think that’s about it, and I’m going to publish this since it’s 3:30am and i should really be getting back to my Scrabulous games. Or sleeping. But probably Scrabulous. I wrote a few words about how things are going with the mourning process, because there’s been some stuff, but those updates are not for today. Goodnight, Internet.