2/19/07
Right now I have pessimism about Monday. Meh, let's see how it goes before I throw the baby out with the bathwater.

I just wish that work would start getting slow so I can look for work without leaving early for strange reasons or calling in sick.

Plus I really, really, really need to get my taxes done. Must mail them out before the end of February.

After watching Pan's Labyrinth, raddidge and I took our time coming home. She started going off on the symbolism in the movie and decided to try and help me by giving me a new perspective on life. In short I felt alienated and antagonized because of the tack she was taking and how it appeared she was oblivious that I felt like I was being put on the defensive.

Much later when we pulled over to park on Colorado Avenue before Cascade we sat and talked for a while. Across the street an SUV pulls over and an agitated girl gets out and leans against the wall. My window is partially rolled down because the windows are getting foggy. She's going no, no, no and some guy gets out, scoops her up and brings her back into the SUV. I had no idea what to do being fat and old. Plus raddidge was right next to me. My instinct was to grab the ice scraper, get out and intervene. I didn't because raddidge said, "She's probaby drunk. Yeah, she's drunk."

Anyway Saturday wasn't really that relaxing for me and Sunday had its usual anxiety about work starting up again on Monday combined with coming down from Saturday night's ordeal.

On Sunday I did a lot of cooking. I was fortunate that raddidge offered to do the dishes because by the time I was done making twenty meatballs and fried rice I had pretty much the same amount of dishes left in the sink. Plus I offered $300 to raddidge to clean my apartment but she turned me down.

Her reasoning? "By the time I visit you next it'll be just as bad all over again."

The offer still stands open for her.