five thousand shades of blue
Friday, December 08, 2000
Today began like a bullet out of the barrel. I roused awake from my bizarre dream about high school and Elizabeth Hurley (don't ask, I don't know either) and realized the clock said 6:48am. Now, for anyone who has been paying attention, you know that I am supposed to be on a 6:
30 bus Monday through Friday in order to open the café. Yes. This means I was very, very late.
And had ten minutes, more or less, to catch the next bus.
Those ten minutes are something of a blur. I had to skip over makeup, brushing my hair, even using the
*ahem* facilities. Worst of all... no time for breakfast, which means San is going to be a very cranky chica later.
I made it. I had to brush my hair on the bus and put it up (when I looked in the mirror in the bathroom some time after the morning rush, I realized how much of a fright I looked). Fortunately my skin is in relatvely good shape right now, and powder did the trick.
So now things have calmed down a bit. I had a tall double hazelnut latte and some green pills, and am starting to feel a little more human. What happened was, the radio volume got turned way down, and I didn't hear it go off (if I set the alarm to buzzer, it scares the living daylights out of me. Thanks, but I'd rather not start my day with a surge of adrenaline.).
Anyway. I want to apologize if I made anyone think they stumbled into the wrong journal yesterday. I was in a kind of descriptive mood, feeling a bit introspective and yet cynical. I guess I needed to share the one thing that happened yesterday morning that was almost spiritual.
Peace and blessings to
Julie and her family. It sounds to me, from her writings, that they lost a very special (and well-loved) lady when Thérèse passed away.
is
this just not enough…?
