…cut herself some slack everyone so often. For the first time in weeks, I haven’t written anything except for one guest blog post today and I resolve not to beat myself up over this. I’m having one of those days where I feel like I’m failing as a human being. This has put me in a jerk mood, unsurprisingly, and the good kind of writing does not flow when I am in a jerk mood. Unless of course that jerk mood is fueled by something specific. This mood is not. Just wrong side of the bed. A sunny walk with the Budsie went a long way but now it’s dark out and all I want to do is order pizza and drink a six-pack of beer. Neither of these is a good idea, for both financial and just plain sense making reasons. Sigh.
Days and nights like this, I miss going to the pub with the gals. When I was in grad school, MM, LG and AB and I would go to Mike’s Place every Wednesday. We’d order pint after pint and natter on about the state of feminist politics today and it was just so much fun. I really miss pub nights.
But, on the plus side, I did manage to drink the requisite 8 glasses of water today (my bladder was most confused) and I purchased a plant! Say hello to Edmund the ivy:
Looks chipper enough, eh? Let’s all hope he likes it here on the kitchen table. Partial sunlight and plenty of conversation. Plus a quaint butter dish and some pebble-shaped s+p shakers to keep him company. I have ridiculously high hopes that Edmund will live a long happy life, perhaps accompanying my 8 month old when he heads off to university. Maybe Edmund will live in a dorm with Budsie and live off of beer and Cheetos like the rubber plant I had back in my UVic days. We shall see…
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Isn’t it funny how our Mike’s Place days seem like yesterday and a hundred years ago (despite being only a couple years)? There really was no better way to spend Wednesday afternoons…evenings….nights….ah, my favourite black hole of time. I miss it, too. It really was the perfect way to rant and rave and vent and such. So very satisfying….Definitely some of most of my favourite memories of grad school. Too bad law students are lame and don’t do pub nights. Me thinks we should institute something similar again….