Nekkid, Clueless and Feelin' Good: March 30, 2001

Friday,
March 30, 2001

Payday -- *kaCHING*

Not that it really matters -- the bulk of this paycheck goes towards rent, and the rest will be sat upon as the second part of my big AMEX payment in April.

How much? You don't want to know -- let's just say four digits and leave it at that. Although I can't really complain about the size of the bill -- I wound up getting a whole bunch of stuff that I really needed for the house and myself, as well as the occasional toy. It just means I have to be a very, very good girl for the month of April and spend as little as possible.

Good thing I like peanut-butter sandwiches. I suspect I'm going to be eating a lot of them in the next month or so.

But mere money matters not to this chickadee. Life is good, I should have Lyndon over here by June at the very latest, and -- ta da -- my DMB tickets arrived! Whee! July 15, Lyndon and I will be in Section 27, Row 19 of Texas Stadium (which, judging from the proposed seating charts, will be somewhere around the 50 yard line, 19 rows up. Not the most fabulous seats in the world, perhaps, but certainly not dreadful, either).

Of course, Lyndon's reaction is still, "Who?" when I mention Dave Matthews. I'll have to sit the boy down with the CDs when he gets here and indoctrinate him. Of course, knowing his musical predilictions, it may not take. In that case, I'll have to find another Davehead who'll want to go to the concert with me.

(BTW, honey, my reasoning for the above is that I don't want to make you sit through something that's going to bore you to tears. I'm trying to be thoughtful and compassionate here, honest.)

And best of all, the weekend is here! I'm free to write, sleep, drive around Dallas and map out where all the major pyramids are, and generally slob around in jeans and a t-shirt. Have I mentioned yet that life is good?

Life is good.

Nitpicks Fom the Corners of My Brain Dept: I'm sorry, but I just can't get over the Savage Garden song, "The Lover After Me," and the lyric, "Nothing seems to make sense anymore/Without you, I'm always 20 minutes late."

Can't you just see some impassioned person pleading, "Please don't leave me, darling! I want you, I need you, and you keep me running on time!" So heartwarming.

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