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Sep. 2nd, 2015 08:31 amIt's been a very peculiar week so far, especially since it's only Wednesday. I was meant to be in Austin for most of the week, helping Mum recover from knee surgery, but due to various insurance issues that's had to be moved to October. So I've lived the past few days in a sort of surrealist alternate universe where I know I should be somewhere other than where I am, and originally planned accordingly. On the other hand, I now have all week in which to get my work done instead of having to cram it all in on Monday.
Mum's also annoyed that now I won't be visiting for my birthday, because I'll be in Austin two weeks later anyway for the new surgery date, so she's trying to arrange Birthday Things for me in Chicago. Which is nice of her, but I couldn't really care less, like, I have nothing against birthdays but I don't get nearly as stoked about them as she does. I fully expect 36 will be harder than 35 was; god knows 31 was much harder than 30. Having outlived both Jesus and Alexander the Great, I've set my sights on Napoleon, and I've got quite a stretch to go before I hit 51. It's a marathon, not a sprint.
She DID subsidize my yearly birthday trip to the Midnight Circus, a small indy circus in Chicago that does fundraisers for local parks in the summer, so that's nice. I suspect she will also be subsidizing dinner afterward.
In the meantime, I'm going to keep living my Twilight Zone Week and hoping that standing in a liminal space for this long has no lasting supernatural effects...
Mum's also annoyed that now I won't be visiting for my birthday, because I'll be in Austin two weeks later anyway for the new surgery date, so she's trying to arrange Birthday Things for me in Chicago. Which is nice of her, but I couldn't really care less, like, I have nothing against birthdays but I don't get nearly as stoked about them as she does. I fully expect 36 will be harder than 35 was; god knows 31 was much harder than 30. Having outlived both Jesus and Alexander the Great, I've set my sights on Napoleon, and I've got quite a stretch to go before I hit 51. It's a marathon, not a sprint.
She DID subsidize my yearly birthday trip to the Midnight Circus, a small indy circus in Chicago that does fundraisers for local parks in the summer, so that's nice. I suspect she will also be subsidizing dinner afterward.
In the meantime, I'm going to keep living my Twilight Zone Week and hoping that standing in a liminal space for this long has no lasting supernatural effects...
