Queen of Rambles

Mike and I are totally pathetic. I don’t even think we put on real clothes all day, just sweats. I know I never put a bra on. More than you wanted to know?

Mike has been hit hard with a sore throat and my cure doesn’t seem to help him that much. I just take Ipren and it keeps the pain at bay. He says it doesn’t do that for him.

I’ve been hit with the period from hell, which is probably what I get for having my system screwed up with birth control for so long. I think I may have to go to the hospital and get a blood transfusion. I know you don’t want the details, so I’ll just say that I have never ever seen anything like this in my life. I think I may just get out the fish knife and rip out my own uterus. We can adopt children. That’s probably the socially responsible thing to do anyway.

I have been a little productive today. I’m flying on the front of the sweater I’m knitting, even though I made a really stupid mistake and had to rip out several rows of stitches. I have a great group interested in my ‘zine project and things are coming together. Our first issue will probably have the theme “Transformation”. More info will be forthcoming in case anyone wants to submit articles, fiction, art, photography, whatever.

I sat down and started writing my Nano. Last night I was up until after 1 am, just miserable and unable to write. Five hours and I barely squeaked out my daily word goal. Tonight I wrote about 300 hundred extra words and it was all done in an hour. My plot is really running away from me and I think I am going to have to axe an original part of the plan since I’m at 40,000 words and haven’t introduced a main character. It needs some serious editing, but I guess that’s to be expected. Every first draft needs serious editing. That’s why it’s called a draft (or so I keep telling myself).

And now I think I’m going to bed. No funny stories tonight. It’s hard to have strange things happen when you don’t set foot outside the door. I guess I could tell about meeting the Brazilian woman, but there isn’t much to tell. Her boyfriend is older than Mike so I figured she would be at least my age, but she’s 22. Very young! She was very nice, but I just don’t think we have all that much to talk about. Her English is worse than my Swedish so it is hard to talk anyway. I just wonder how she and her man communicate. He doesn’t speak Portuguese at all. She says they communicate in English. I guess they must use the language of love quite a bit. Here is something surprising: for some reason I thought Catholiscm was really big in Brazil, but she said most Brazilians are Baptists. I just never would have imagined that. I’m going to try to get together with her a few times before I leave, just to give her something to do. She seems really sad and lonely here. I can certainly relate to that feeling. Here I go again, taking responsibility for people that mean nothing to me. And she’s skinny! Really, really skinny. She said she has to buy all her clothes at children’s shops. I think my thigh is literally bigger than her waist. Literally! She was very concerned about her weight (she thought she was fat, of course) and was also mentioning that she didn’t want her man eating chocolate because she won’t be with a fat man. I was surprised she wanted to be my friend if she is that concerned about being around skinny people. I just can’t believe people talk like that in front of obviously overweight people. Maybe I should take it as a compliment? Like she thinks I’m not that fat so she can just talk like that in front of me. Though, really, I think it is more a matter of being so self-involved that she doesn’t realize that other people have feelings. I think most people are so self-involved in their own esteem issues that they don’t have time to examine other people. At least that’s how it works in high schools. Everyone’s so busy worrying about their own look that they don’t have time to look at anyone else even though they are convinced everyone is staring at them. Vicious cycle, and ridiculous to boot.

Bed time now.

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