{"id":490,"date":"2004-12-07T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2004-12-08T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=317"},"modified":"2004-12-07T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2004-12-08T06:00:00","slug":"cheese-stick-emergency","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=490","title":{"rendered":"cheese stick emergency"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hey, sailor.<\/p>\n

Today feels quiet. In a good way! I’m not usually a fan.<\/p>\n

This week, I’m familiarizing myself with my new hood. I’ve been going to the Dunn Brothers four blocks from my house, which makes me a little sad because I miss my old one. Mostly Clara; it’s not so much that I’m loyal to a business as its employees. It’s the same reason I have trouble not shopping at Whole Foods: I know and like the people there.<\/p>\n

At my new Dunn Brothers, I have discovered a morning-barista with the same hair as me. This may sound funny to you, but I don’t see my hair very often. Ha. The jury is still out on whether I’m going to love her or have to fight her to the death. She seems pretty awesome, though, and she calls everyone ‘hun’, which scores huge points with me.<\/p>\n

Come to think of it, my favorite server-chica at the Luce also has curly red hair, and calls people ‘darlin’. This may be a thing.<\/p>\n

I’m planning on checking out the Y by my house tonight, too. They have a class called ‘Boot Camp’. How could I possibly go wrong? Last night I was in the old neighborhood, so I went to my swanky Edina Y instead. In the time I was gone, they have put up cute helpful signs everywhere, and finished upgrading the fitness center to NASA standards. So awesome.<\/p>\n

You may not believe it to be possible, but I took a week off from the Y. I figured my moving-week was a good excuse since I’d be too worn out to work out anyway. Trainer-boy told me once (very emphatically) that the best training programs consist of occasional breaks from exercise. Like, a month at a time, even. There’s no way I could do that without suffering a complete breakdown, but a week was good to me. I was so excited to be back.<\/p>\n

Last night I managed to get my bedroom unpacked, at least as far as it can be without a dresser or any storage. My underwear now lives in a basket in the closet until it has somewhere better to go. I weeded out even more clothes to donate, and I expect this is an ongoing process, because there’s just so damn much of it. I bought a coatrack for the wall, and some bathroom storage. I was all proud of myself for being frugal. I’m kind of a freak like that.<\/p>\n

This means the main thing that’s left in the apartment is the artwork! I got about a thousand more nails, so hopefully that will be enough. I’m trying to be a good neighbor and not stay up half the night pounding on the walls. They’re plaster, which makes it about the noisiest possible activity I can come up with. Uh, yeah.<\/p>\n

On a completely unrelated note, it seems to me that the existential battle is not so much good-vs-evil, but the constant struggle between trying to be happy with yourself, and suspecting you’ll never be good enough. I think this phenemenon is more likely cultural than biological, which means it can also be overcome.<\/p>\n

Hope! It’s a word that gives justification to the most satisfying irrationality.<\/p>\n

I should maybe work.
Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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