|Kiss 34 Goodbye
||[May. 6th, 2004|10:00 pm]
|||||Folk Song, by Trance Mission||]|
Last day of 34! Soooooo much has happened to me in this last year...gods. I'm finally in a space where I'm looking forward to 35 (tomorrow) -- here's to the winds of change, to losses and gains! (Losses: 2 friends, a husband, the last vestige of my old life; also a good bit of weight, the feeling that I was old and worthless, the boundaries to my life, and a whole pile of inhibitions. Gains: an award for my schoolwork, recognition as the editor of the school paper, an invaluable education, a sense of freedom so far unparalleled in my life.)
Went out to lunch with a friend today -- I've been meaning to hang out with him for almost 2 years, and haven't managed to pull it off until today. Good company; must do that more often. We sat on the balcony of the restaurant and talked, people-watching. It was good.
I'm going to go out to Turtle Beach for lobster tomorrow night with a couple of friends, bringing a pineapple upside-down cake; going to kick back, talking. There's a full moon party on the beach; maybe I'll drop by it afterward. Turtle monitoring at 6:30 a.m. on Saturday morning; Beginning-Of-Semester-Party (BOSP) Saturday. Am looking forward to the BOSP. Don't always go, but I want to get out there in the middle of humanity. I don't want to go back to my reclusive ways, just yet. Maybe I can pull off the semester without retreating totally into my cave. We'll see.
Have lost 14 pounds since Kevin left. Am exercising daily. Feel good about it. Have stopped biting my fingernails (about time; I'm in surgery this semester -- NOT a good environment in which to put one's hands in one's mouth). Have to cut my nails next week, preparatory to beginning surgery labs. I'll be performing my first operation in 3 weeks. Yikes. Exciting, but scary.
Experimented with the Papillote rum punch recipe this evening (those limes were just going to petrify, if I didn't use them). Didn't get it quite right, but not too damn bad. Less cinnamon, I think. Should use sour orange instead of lime, perhaps.
I'm busy converting another student to Macintosh. They're the only computers that don't crash and burn down here, what with the humidity and the deluge of Caribbean viruses and worms (and godsawful spam). Heh. Another one for our side. I think she'll be happy with the choice.
MUST pick up that prednisone for Lucien -- he's shredding his tummy (frickin' eosinophilic granuloma complex -- I HATE atopy). Must also get a hard e-collar (he's getting around the soft one). Rats.
Should stop blathering and go to bed.