happy hour and unhappy hour

i sure do like yvonne. she is a writer in my office. we had a happy hour after a very loooong week at work last night, with her and her husband nate. margaritas and half price appetizers at on the border. nate and doc seemed to hit it off — he seems to be kind of a scifi nerd too. doc said that he kind of looked like russell crowe, which i can definitely see — the eyes and possibly the beard. i can’t even remember everything we talked about but it’s been a while since i laughed that long and that hard. i don’t think it was just the tequila making me laugh, either. anyway, i want to do that again some time. they’re coming to our halloween party on friday, which makes me happy. i think they’ll get along with our friends quite easily.

i was kind of nervous at first, because i’ve only known her a few months and then only through work, and as we all know, i’m kind of socially inept until i get to know someone really well. i had this huge fear that we’d have nothing to talk about or that she’d think i was a complete loser. but happily, it did not turn out that way.

in unhappier news, doc’s definitely in a cluster headache cycle. he’s getting them daily, sometimes more than once a day. he’s had one as bad as an “8” already. i hope this is a short cycle. i wonder if i started a cluster headache blog, which we could use to post the things that we write in the curious george journal, would anyone read it? i could advertise it in the cluster communities.

the curious george journal is a little yellow book of sobbing, pain, screaming, unfairness, and angst. it’s a documentary.

i feel good that i got a lot done today. a little bit of housecleaning in preparation for the party on friday; several errands including getting most of the equipment for doc’s halloween costume as well as some bits and pieces to finish mine off, a trip to the bank, and a trip to the grocery for party supplies and beer. i made the chex mix tonight. i hope we don’t eat it all by friday, but it is a legitimate concern, so i fear that precautions must be taken to assure that neither of us consumes our own body weight in salty cereal this week. it’ll either involve a lock or a solemn promise, neither of which is binding because i have zero willpower.

my studio is all set up and ready to go, but i have yet to find the time and energy (those must occur at the same time for maximum effectiveness) to actually start a painting. I WILL DO IT THIS WEEK.