Apparently there was a PETA protest this afternoon in which a girl painted up her naked body like a tiger and sat in a cage on the corner of Fifth and Green. Someone told me about this, but somehow I missed it. Damn.

Tonight was Meat Night. To answer Jen’s question, Meat Night is a night when friends gather to have, well, meat. It started out this fall when I moved to Champaign – we had Thursday night “family” dinners, but they were all veg to accomodate Hannah and others. So Sarah and Shawn and I started getting together on Tuesday nights to have various meat dishes. Meat Night has been moved to Wednesday to accomodate our obsessive 24 viewing, and much of the time Mark and Missy join us. Anyway, we had chili, cornbread, salad, and brownies. Everyone bitched about school, and the cats furred all in attendance. The kids went home an hour or two ago, and Shawn and I are just hanging out. My back is aching from leaning over the sink doing the dishes, and I’m tired. For some reason I’ve been not-tired at bedtime the last couple of days – like I’m tired earlier in the day, but when bedtime comes around I’m wide awake. So I suppose I should be thankful for the tired?

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FAQ

So I’m going to put together a FAQ with all sorts of randomness about me, this blog, etc, and I was wondering if there’s anything you’d like to know. Post it in my comments, or email me. Jen, I will answer your Meat Night question herein. That’s all.

Holy crap, this is great. I know the voting is over, but it’s still freaking amazing.

I would be falling down at my job as a Ludo Ninja if I didn’t mention that Ludo is touring and generally rocking the house. I’m hella bummed that they’re not coming through Champaign – they’re going to be in Indianapolis, though, on 4/10/04. Too bad that’s the weekend we’re going to Indy to see Damien, and I just can’t afford two trips in one weekend. Boo. But go Ludo – come to town soon.

No Derrida last night – we were both sleepyish and instead spent most of the night on the couch. I read Paris to the Moon, and Shawn played Metroid. Pretty pretty game, that. We ordered pizza and generally rebelled against Mondays.

Today was cold and dreary and I felt very lady-who-lunches with my little green bag and my skirt with a slit and my Parisian umbrella. I played with my Delia’s wish list and was generally bored. Shawn met me at work – a nice surprise. Right now we’re watching 24 – no terrorist baby yet.

Oh, and a couple of fun things for people with more money than sense:
backpack coffee set
“smart” mug

Monday morning and I overslept, waking at 7:50 to the sounds of birds and traffic and springtime. It’s sunny and cool in my room, and my bed was perfectly warm and comfy. If he had been here, I don’t know if I could’ve gotten up on such a perfect morning. Even the cats, my squeaking crying pawing alarms, slept in this morning, in a tight little catball by the window. God, I love the in between seasons. I went to bed last night around midnight, not entirely tired, and called him, curled up in his soft warm sweater, hugging the bunny he gave me to my chest. We talked for just a few minutes, but it was sweet and let me go right to sleep.

But today will be crazy and I’m sure it’s off to a bad start already by the fact that my ass is on the couch instead of in the shower – but it’s gorgeous out, and I will make the best of it. Happy Monday?

It’s late, and I’m not tired, perhaps as a result of my weird sleep last night. I went back to bed and curled up with my boy and my bunny and got to sleep eventually. I was awake early, but stayed in bed late with him, just enjoying the cool breeze and the warm bed. The kids came over around noon, and we dyed Easter eggs, baked and iced cookies (the boys ate the dough), ate quiche, and got tipsy (except Hannah). The kids went home around 4, and Shawn left shortly after. I have cleaning to do, but I’ve been mainly bumming around. Break is over, and work will be crazy tomorrow. I’ve had such a sweet week-and-a-half, and knowing that I have a busy week ahead of me, followed by a weekend without him (we’re both heading out of town), is pretty sucky in comparison. But that’s alright. I’ll live. And tomorrow night we’ll go see the Derrida movie, and Tuesday there will be 24 (but what about the terrorist baby?!?!) and Wednesday will be meat night, and life will get back to normal. Hope your weekend was as lovely as mine.

it’s late and i’m wide awake and i don’t know why. in the other room he’s peacefully asleep – i think i fell asleep while he was finishing his chapter, and now am completely awake after a short nap. the birds are singing, and in the park some drunk kids are having a party. it sounds like fun, and for a few minutes i sat by the window to listen. tonight was a nice night – dinner with the kids for sam’s birthday, shared a bottle of decent low-priced pinot noir, then coffee and home. i love being able to walk to these outings, especially when walking in heels and a dress is still feasible. it felt like one of the first true days of spring. we sat on the porch most of the afternoon, reading and writing and just enjoying the day. after dinner we watched movies and i painted his nails green instead of blue, while my own nail-painting attempts were less successful. i finished my book, and now i can’t sleep.