Every once in awhile I just need to get a good Justification Entry up. That's what that last one was about. It's like I have a build up of guilt but once it's written, I'm over it.
Here's hoping I didn't leave many victims in my Justification Wake.
I totally forgot to mention that I had dinner the other night with lap and Amy on Wednesday night. It was an impromptu Rally for Amy dinner. Amy was in need of some support and some really good food (well, Amy probably wasn't the one needing the good food. That would be me. That's called Projection) so we threw together a dinner engagement at The Big Bowl. My God. Fresh Ginger Soda and a Big Bowl of Panang Curried Chicken (formerly known as Coconut Curry Chicken. You can rename it, but you can't hide it from me.
Lots of jibber jabber and lots of laughter on a Wednesday night. Good times.
The fun continues today for me because I contacted my gardening friend who is going to meet me for lunch today at a local burger joint. It's so rainy and blecchy out that today is a perfect day for lunch and laughter. We're the gals for the job!
More of the same kind of weather forecasted for tomorrow. I don't care. I'm heading off to my first of three silversmithing classes down south. I've informed my seestor that I'll be heading even farther south, to her cabin, when class is through tomorrow and I expect to be fed and entertained, dammit! Do as I tell you!
I'm pretty excited about tomorrow's class. Yet I refuse to sink much more money into this sick hobby of mine.
I've decided to take Mr. Frame Shop up on his offer of having a table of My Hobby Gone Awry at the Frame Shop. I'm about 99% sure that I no longer want to have boutiques in my house. What with the crazy people who sit on my couch and pretend it's their house and neighbors that I don't know, who just come in for a peek at the place. Snoopy bastards. It's a ton of work and while it pays off fine, I'm just not interested like I used to be.
I'm feeling the guilt because there are people who rely on my boutique for income. However, I am not responsible for other's happiness anymore. I've retired as The Person In Charge of Others Happiness.
There, got that off my chest, too.
Time to go spend about an hour or so with the curling iron on my hair, which is silly seeing as how it will probably drop to Flat the minute I step outside. And yet, I cannot stop.
9:12 a.m. - September 22, 2006
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