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Jun. 8th, 2006 04:45 pmWriting on this journal is like surfacing for air after a long dive. Not that I know what it's like to dive, but I will someday and I'm sure my simile will be accurate.
I have been away. It's true. My father passed away on May 22. It wasn't as sad as I thought it would be. It was definitely as odd as I thought it would be, but surprisingly, not so much because of my immediate family, but because of my extended family. Now I know why my dad always kept these people out of our lives. I would like to forget that I met them and am ashamed that I share even the tiniest amount of genetics with them. Miscreants.
I have been trying to get back into the swing of things back in NYC. But, it turns out, I'm really unbelievably tired. I kept up a good game for about a half-day, and then quickly fell into a cycle of work followed by sleep followed by work again. Now you're saying, "but you were doing that before, right?" Yes I was, but I also took time out of the sleep cycle to go and have fun too. I'm sort of doing that now, but half-assedly. And you know how I hate to be half-assed about anything. So, maybe after this weekend, I will finally be rejuvenated because damnit, I need to get back to going to shows, dating, drinking heavily and doing every other activity that makes up who I am. And now there are more things I want to add, because without the constant worry and anxiety that came with my dad's sickness, I feel like I am a new and improved Jinny. One that gets her bar application done (sent it off yesterday - woo hoo!), one that will eventually get the tattoo she's been planning for months (blue Parson's chameleon), and one that will start buying bottles of champagne to keep in her fridge just because.
I have been away. It's true. My father passed away on May 22. It wasn't as sad as I thought it would be. It was definitely as odd as I thought it would be, but surprisingly, not so much because of my immediate family, but because of my extended family. Now I know why my dad always kept these people out of our lives. I would like to forget that I met them and am ashamed that I share even the tiniest amount of genetics with them. Miscreants.
I have been trying to get back into the swing of things back in NYC. But, it turns out, I'm really unbelievably tired. I kept up a good game for about a half-day, and then quickly fell into a cycle of work followed by sleep followed by work again. Now you're saying, "but you were doing that before, right?" Yes I was, but I also took time out of the sleep cycle to go and have fun too. I'm sort of doing that now, but half-assedly. And you know how I hate to be half-assed about anything. So, maybe after this weekend, I will finally be rejuvenated because damnit, I need to get back to going to shows, dating, drinking heavily and doing every other activity that makes up who I am. And now there are more things I want to add, because without the constant worry and anxiety that came with my dad's sickness, I feel like I am a new and improved Jinny. One that gets her bar application done (sent it off yesterday - woo hoo!), one that will eventually get the tattoo she's been planning for months (blue Parson's chameleon), and one that will start buying bottles of champagne to keep in her fridge just because.
