26 October 2001 - 4:13 a.m.
Ack. It was the sort of day where I found myself trying to hop into the cab of a tow truck while wearing an exceedingly short, tight-at-the-thighs black dress which I'd thrown on because it was clean and I'd figured range of motion wasn't going to become a priority over the next ten hours. Oy, did I figure wrong: the word "undignified" springs to mind.
On the other hand, the Beautiful Young Man grinned at me appreciatively as he drove me home: "It is a short dress! Heh." Too bad we've been up far too late debugging software (lui) and drafting an outline (moi) instead of pursuing the usual results of little-black-dress appreciation.
Indeed. Some days I don't like being me (and today will probably be one of them, from sheer lack of sleep), but for all I know, I have done my best to choose the life I actually have. If I sometimes cannot resist aching for what I've chosen to let fall through my fingers - well, I think it's a good thing NaNoWriMo is just around the corner. I may well toss in a character named Cam Ehehi with prominent cheekbones, an aptitude for linear algebra and a flat in Paris. Ce sera sa vie...
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