Yesterday, Tomorrow, Today

Round One for La Bocca Della Verita

Yesterday: Woke past noon, despite having gone to bed "early"ish - around 2 a.m. Berated myself (bad, lazy Liv!), then as penance did 30 push-ups in a row (if anyone asks me again if they were "the real kind" I will begin to be a little insulted). Looked up some things on Wikipedia.com - trying to brush up on things I used to know and things I'd like to know. Shuddered at the news - Alito's Confirmation Seems All But Assured - and tried to assuage my panic by focusing on the grammatical flaw of that sentence. Wrote - catalogued old reviews I wrote for Orange Box Magazine and Beauty Beat's Lipstick Report; rifled through my bad fiction (added a couple of punctuation marks to the "Veronica" story, wondered again if "Rufus" wasn't so very awful, shuddered to look at "Couches" but admitted that there were some good lines in there and studiously ignored "Mime") and did some more pecking at the as-of-yet untitled Hopefully Great Italian/Guatemalan-American Novel. Began to write about the character's job and was satisfied with at least the first line of that exposition.

Went on to have a great evening with Erma and company - attending a free event at Pianos. Said free event: a free Rhett Miller concert bolstered by free Sauza cocktails, which was wonderful since I've been, as noted in my January 5th entry, trying to take it easy on the spending - with little success despite my initial burst of oomph, i might add. I wasn't familiar with Rhett Miller aside from hearing the delightful Erma extol his virtues but always enjoy learning a new musician, as I've often felt as though my scope of musical knowledge is very poor indeed. I've come to trust Erma's musical taste without question - Peaches's as well; those two ladies kept it cooking in our dorm room without fail - and Mr. Miller's music was no exception to the "Erma has great musical taste" rule. Great tunes - I particularly liked a number called "Help Me, Suzanne" - great people, good drinks (they were strong and free; hard to find something amiss there), and a goody bag at the door. Couldn't be beat with a stick. In said goody bag: a Sauza shot glass, an X-Large Sauza T-shirt (fit only to be a pajama for me), the current issue of GQ, a compilation CD, and a Sauza pen. Good times make even frigid weather okay. The fact remains, though, that I need a sturdy winter hat that covers my ears. Or I just need earmuffs. Or detachable ears.

Tomorrow: Will spend time with my brother and try to get to work early so as to ensure that I have a place to sit in the office. As there are more editors these days, there are fewer places for us to sit at the Editors' Island and near the Coordinators' area. Often, if we arrive too late, we are made to sit in the furthest reaches of the office, which I'm not too fond of. It reminds me again that in recent years, I've become increasingly social. Not bad for a girl who used to wear black-on-black and hide in her room all day.

Today: Hopefully, the streak of novel-writing will continue. Have already done some arm exercises and told Little Miss Tigerstripes to shut up. Shuddered again at the headlines declaring Alito's eventual confirmation to the Supreme Court. Regretting not having volunteered for the STOP Alito! phone banks but already had plans for the hours the phone banks would have been operating. Grocery shopping is required - tomatoes, milk - and will be done down the block, stonily ignoring the unmistakable heavenly smells of Dallas BBQ next door. No. Must not think of yam and Idaho mashed potatoes. Hearty tangy succulent fall-off-the-bone ribs - what hearty tangy succulent fall-off-the-bone ribs? I've never heard of a beer goblet in my life. That's just crazy talk.

The less money I spend, the hungrier I get. A few days ago, I was craving ceviche. "Ceviche! Ceviche! Ceviche!" I typed to friends in IM boxes. A cupcake from Crumbs, too, was preying on my mind. Yesterday, I was craving pizza from Lombardi's, after having been there for lunch the day prior and spending far too much money. Was proud of myself last night after resisting post-concert pizza in the LES and enjoying some fettuccine in olive oil when I returned home, as well as handfuls of Basic 4. Will make some pasta tonight and bring it to work for dinner, as much as I love participating in the nightly food orders with the gang. We'll get this train back on track yet.

It's boring, it's commonplace, it's self-absorbed ... it's Liv's Yesterday, Tomorrow and Today.