apologies

So i was looking over the two posts yesterday, and they came off so much.... bitchier.. than i meant. i was just incredibly tired at that point, and i still hadn't really thawed out yet. i am sick today from having spent so much time going in and out of the cold. i am a weenie to the mega tense. so i took some vitamin c and am bundled up here on the couch with the dog at my feet to do my work. i opened the curtains so that i could watch it snow.

i wish i had a fireplace to curl up in front of.

so there were more good bits than i wrote about. and more bad, but do we need to read those? no. the good bits include: the metro system makes sense to me, as does the street naming system, and i got us around better than brett did with his iphone. i have determined that i actually dislike iphones after all. you come to rely on them too much and more often than not they are wrong. we walked a block 3 times back and forth before i got angry enough to take the phone and find the street names and find our way to where we were supposed to be. Matchbox, by the way, is still one of the best restaurants i've ever been to.

and the hotel, for all it's weirdness, was fun. in hindsight i liked its quirks. a flat screen tv right beside an intricate scrollwork headboard. a rainwater showerhead thingy in a deliciously huge old tub (so tall that i have bruises on my leg bc i kept tripping getting in it.) all the staff were accented old men that you couldnt tell if you wanted to run away from or hug.

and it was nice that the exhibits and museums and memorials i wanted to see were ones that brett at least knew stuff about and we could discuss them. he knows a disgusting amount about planes, so that was actually nice, like having my own tourguide. even though he made fun of me for liking the cheesy souvenirs. i didn't get one of those squashed pennies with the impression of mt. vernon on it bc he made me feel stupid about it. i wish i had now. oh well. there's always another time.

i feel like somehow this is the calm before the storm. i don't know how i feel about that.

my new laptop and other assorted things i dont need but am a sucker for a sale should be arriving tomorrow. i'll be glad to get everything transferred over so i can ship this one off.

i like the movie Death Becomes Her. It is on as we speak.

at this point, i'm just writing because i dont want to get back to work.

lovelove