My Face for the World to See (Part II):
The Diary of Sherilyn Connelly
a fiction
The Diary of Sherilyn Connelly
a fiction
October 1 - 10, 2012
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My Face for the World to See (Part II): The Diary of Sherilyn Connelly a fiction
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Wednesday, 10 October 2012 (as profligate as if I were blonde) 12:35pm I've spent much of the morning getting caught up with the schoolwork that I didn't do while in Fresno this past weekend. Also, an article that I mostly wrote while in Fresno about the locally produced horror movie Nightmare in Blood is up on the weekly. My upstairs neighbors just informed me that they're having a party the Saturday before Halloween. I intend to be very far away from here while that's happening. | ||
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Tuesday, 9 October 2012 (like a hyacinth) 1:19pm Having lunch at Taqueria El Rodeo in Los Banos on our way back to San Francisco. Their idea of what a taqueria is seems to be a little different than ours. 6:24pm Back home after a weekend that went very well, and gives me more hope than I've had in a while, considering how rough things have been between Marta and I in recent months. I've also sent a "thanks but no thanks" email to the local publisher (after much hitting of Send, then Undo, then Send, and so forth). There's just been so little communication between us, mostly in the form of them not responding to me, and I'm just not comfortable with it anymore. So. | ||
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Monday, 8 October 2012 (all moral renewal) 2:51pm At the Big Fresno Fair, where the Junior Exhibits are much cooler now than when I was a kid. 8:06pm Marta and I are having sushi for dinner at Maroo, a Japanese restaurant which features no cats jumping through boxes. We both enjoyed the fair, though I did rediscover how much I don't care for the carnival rides. We only went on one, what I think should be properly called The Claw, the one that's featured in my favorite piece of Chris Raecker's Midnight Carnival series. It made me terribly, unpleasantly nauseous, and completely dissuaded me from the temptation of having a deep-fried grilled cheese sammich, for better or worse the only bit of modern carnival food that sounded good. I'm so glad I didn't have one before, or I almost certainly would have yakked it back up. But a few hours have passed, and the sushi is delicious, comparatively healthy, and staying down very well. | ||
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Sunday, 7 October 2012 (pre-eminently a creative animal) 8:14am On beautiful Sunday mornings like this, I reflect on my favorite part of being a grownup: not having to go to church if I don't want to. (And I have never, ever wanted to go to church.) 11:39am After doing some shopping at Hancock Fabrics (which I'm pretty sure is in what used to be Arthur's Toys many, many years ago) (okay, not), we're not at Oh Wow! Nickel Arcade, gearing up for today's big trip. 4:13pm We're now at the R.C. Baker Museum in Coalinga, where my Great Aunt Betty worked and where I spent a not unconsiderable amount of childhood, and which I haven't been to since the late nineties at least. Much of it's exactly the same as it was. Other than the staff, of course. 8:45pm I've received some desperate texts that the DVD for tonight's feature at Bad Movie Night is messed up, stuck on the commentary track. This is what I get for not being around on a Sunday night. | ||
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Saturday, 6 October 2012 (the law of logic) 2:11pm At the Forestiere Underground Gardens with Marta. I don't live in Fresno anymore, so I can do these things now. Twice, even. | ||
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Friday, 5 October 2012 (the whole of it) 1:32pm Marta and I are driving to Fresno for the weekend, with the intention of going to the Big Fresno Fair on Monday. This could all go well, or it could not. Can't begin to predict, especially Perdita's coming with us. 7:52pm At my mom's place in Fresno. The drive, which included stops at Mr. Falafel in Morgan Hill and Cujita Taco Shop, wasn't bad at all. So far, so good. | ||
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Thursday, 4 October 2012 (as we walk into the night) 10:47am It's quiet this morning! I had to be squeaky and complainy and it made me feel horrible about myself, but it had to be done, and it's working so far. Gods, I've missed peace and quiet. | ||
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Wednesday, 3 October 2012 (learning to live on your own) 10:55am Big helicopters out over the ocean, some kind of military exercise that we warned about. Went out to the ocean to see, and I talked to a neighbor (as in from the neighborhood, not an upstairs neighbor) who had a near-panicked look on his face, not having realized that we weren't going to war. I explained to him what was going on, and he was visibly relieved. I did a good deed! I have a new review up on The Village Voice of a film called Fat Kid Rules the World. I think this may qualify as momentum. 9:43pm Went to Ilenes, the first time I've seen her since we returned from Everfree, and I returned home to have an unexpected face-to-face with my neighbor, who said he was going to try to keep Janeway inside while they're done in hopes that she won't howl non-stop—or that if she does, at least she'll hopefully do it an another part of the house, away from me. Here's to hoping. | ||
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Tuesday, 2 October 2012 (but not roses) 1:39pm Frazzled, absolutely brain-meltingly from non-stop Janeway howling. I got so frustrated, I had to get the energy out of my system by banging my fist on my desk, and I actually took some meat off the outside of my right pinky. Oops, and ouch. I'm keeping it antibioticized and bandaged, but this is still gonna take a while to heal. On the plus side, after phone and email tag for the last couple months, it's looking like we'll be doing a special Bad Movie Night of Piranha 3D at the Aquarium of the Bay. Nutty. | ||
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Monday, 1 October 2012 (narcoleptic or not) 1:12pm The dog walker returned with Janeway around noon, and she's now howling away as though nothing has changed, because nothing has changed. Thankfully, I'm on my way out the door (or this is pushing me out the door, I'm not entirely certain) to the Mission in anticipation of squidtightening tonight. 2:01pm In one of the big comfy chairs at the back of Borderlands. So weird to think I used to practically live here, at least on Sundays. No longer. 6:26pm Marta joined me for a very stressful dinner at El Majahual (service took forever, things spiralled), and now I'm trying to find somewhere to kill time because my due to a miscommunication my squidtightening isn't actually until next week, but she said she can do me after her current client if I can stay in the neighborhood, so that's what I'm doing. Meanwhile, there are a lot of bad vibes at 22nd and Valencia right now, even by 22nd and Valencia standards, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with me. 10:41 Marta's class let out early because it was just a quiz night, so she joined me for the squidtightened. Not that she got her squid tightened, as she has no squid, but she was there with me, which was nice. As a result there was no Justified with the Goldies. And on and on. | ||
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