Archive for March, 2004

“Emetophilia” is arousal from vomit or vomiting.

I finished my crochet pillow tonight, right before albadger, bigjohnsf, hardybear, tardis, and I headed over to Tao Yin for dinner. dhpbear was tired after his trip down to LA to hear a Christopher Cross concert and back, so he stayed home and rested.

After dinner, we headed up to Twin Peaks to enjoy the evening air and sweeping view. Unsurprisingly, the vista point parking lots were full-full-full, and we lucked out into an empty spot. The expanse of the city and bay and beyond really is one of those man-nature combinations that takes one’s breath away. The sheer beauty of the city lights superimposed on the bay’s hills is not inconsequential.

We dropped off hardybear, then headed back to UGH, where more conversation ensued, until albadger went home. bigjohnsf and tardis are still going at it, as far as I know. I made my good-nights and am now headed to bed.

Good-night, LJ.

I arrived in Sacramento, and after a bit of telephone back-n-forth, ended up at Darin and Christy’s place, for a evening of fun and TFO website work. http://www.trashfilmorgy.com/ – soon as I get settled in here at home again, I’ll finished up the piece that was bugging me and get it posted to the home page.

Crashed over at Zach and Amy’s, where we talked and stayed up til 02:00. Next morning, I headed over to Bradner’s and fixed his computer. From there it was to my massage client for some Recreational Mathematics. The long drive back to San Francisco followed, feeding cats, and an early night into bed. Sofa beds are not always the most conducive situations to find one’s rest.

Walking to church this morning, I felt good. The long night of sleep felt good, and beautiful blue sky and fresh air couldn’t hurt. Today is the commemoration of St. Mary of Egypt, as well as the Holy Martyrs Agapius and his companions. The bishop made some delicious cracked wheat with chickpeas and mushrooms, a cucumber and tomato salad, and poached pears. Yum.

From there, I headed back over to feed the kitties and what-not, and found a new parking spot for the van.

I’m thinking a nap is in order soon.

I’m heading off to Sacramento for some work tomorrow: a massage and a computer repair. Hooray!

Have a good weekend, LJers!

tardis, albadger, bigjohnsf, and I went to see “Good bye, Lenin” at the Embarcadero Theater the other night. (  )
Well, I’ve got a massage client in 45 minutes, so I guess I’ll be shouldering some burdens for a little while.

Enormous Penis – thanks to redbackfur for finding this silly little ditty.

Take the quiz: “Which American City Are You?”

New York
You’re competative, you like to take it straight to the fight. You gotta have it all or die trying.

where do i end and the client begin? or where does the client end and i begin?

i’m feeling like i’m being slowly disintegrated. little bits and pieces of me are coming off with every treatment i give. the client i had to day has some serious emotional turmoil and i couldn’t stop picking up on it. even now, after a nap and dinner, i still feel like their energy is with me. i’m usually so good about maintaining emotional boundaries, shielding myself from feeling their issues. awareness, yes, but it’s as if i’ve been infected with some sort of psychic virus.

must try to walk this off.

i’m not going to keep banging my head against a wall about this for much longer. i’m giving myself a deadline. i just need to figure out what that deadline is.

if i can’t become self-sufficient at massage by (yet to be determined date), i’m going to give up.

oh, crap.