A Normal Blog Post

I've felt very out of touch with myself recently. I am realizing that traumatic events can have an acute effect on personality. I don't want my personality to change, but I think it has. I want it to change back. I hope that it will.

I miss being able to blog about mundane things. I think that my day-to-day NYC life has in many ways become increasingly mundane to balance out all of the nonsense that is going on in my LIFE.

I have to make a concerted effort to continue blogging about the mundane even though there are huge things going on.

And so... here you go... a blog post about last weekend, in the style of old school My Mundane Life In Song.

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Brother arrived on Friday afternoon, later than predicted thus allowing me to take advantage of my first actual half day Friday of the summer. I'd accumulated half day Fridays in order to have extra time in Italy (cringe) and therefore had to rush to use them at the end of the summer. I got home early and had no idea what to do, so as is typical of people with no idea what to do, I napped. I napped well. I napped long. I napped hard, with weird dreams and psychic connections, for as I was dreaming about Sister, Sister called and woke me up.

Brother arrived and we had to rush out for dinner in Williamsburg. D, Brother and I met up with MY and I expressed my deep, unmet need for tater tots. The tater tots beat out Thai food, and we ate too much but didn't mind. We met up with NR at her fabulous new apartment which was bigger than I'd imagined, and a visual wonder like no other. We laughed and shared stories, and headed to Galapagos for the worst comedy show of all time. We left early, and laughed some more.

Saturday it rained. And rained some more. It rained again. And then it also rained. We hadn't seen the sun in days. We were unmotivated and destroyed, so we watched "Reign of Fire" (oh, Christian Bale, you can do NO WRONG) and the worst movie of all time, "BloodRayne." We scrambled eggs. We made no mention of anything remotely serious.

Brother departed and I wrote an epic piece of musical theater that has yet to be finished. Pleased with myself, I finally showered and left the house for 5 minutes to buy vegetables for D's fondue.

We ate fondue - with artichokes in it! We rented "The Bourne Identity," because we hadn't handled our NetFlixes wisely. We watched it, of course, for the two minutes with Clive Owen. With glasses! Yes!

I met up with DC for brunch the following day, and we caught up and I asked him about being married and then not being married, and what is the point and is there a point and asked him to decode boy-speak. We sat on the roof where it was really hot because the roof is silver and it apparently has the capacity to turn a human into toast if the sun is just so.

I called Father to wish him a happy birthday and he was in no mood to talk to me, and got off the phone to return phone calls to other children. I didn't get a chance to ask him about the plane tickets, so my elevated heart rate and panic was all for nothing.

S came over for frisbee followed by fondue. I kicked them out so I could record the epic piece of musical theater. We then ate fondue and drank too much wine and listened to hip hop and it made me happy that D invited someone over. We watched "Duck Season" which was cute and that is all.

On Monday I brunched with PW, who I hadn't seen in far too long. More talk of weddings and gossip and families and expectations of people that are not unrealistic, dammit!

I then headed to E's friend's shoot, where I was supposed to take production skills but did no such thing because the production was too tense for an extra body. I did, however, take 10,000 photos of the crane-person and lights, and interacted with a vile but precocious child actor who made me want to cry.

Back at home I managed the photos and caught up with D, who wanted me to tell him "everything" and get caught up after his lazy day, about which he told me nothing. We watched a creepy French movie called "Lemming" that I loved, and I fell asleep immediately thereafter.

Lots of sleep, lots of lazing about, and still I was unprepared to handle the stress of this week.

And now it is the weekend again!