Tuesday, Jan. 06, 1970 - 2:42 A.M.
I don't really know what to do with myself right now. So far this evening, I've spoken with my boy, cleaned up my room a bit, did a face mask, and read a bit. Lee and I talked extensively about our new neighborhood and our plans for the first couple weeks I'm there etc. It's all so exciting.
I can't even begin to guess how many times I said as much over the course of this afternoon / evening. Now though, I'm bored and fidgity. I have about 10 or 11 days left in Boston and it seems to early yet to really start packing. Those who know me best know that I'm a last minute kind of girl. I work best under pressure, at least that's what I always tell myself. So, I doubt any real packing will get done before this weekend.
I guess there's not really much left for me to do tonight except have some biscotti (ww friendly of course, still following la diet), perhaps a nightcap, and catch some "Law and Order" before I head off to the land of nod. It's times like this that allow my impatient side and constant desire for instant gratification to expose themselves. I really just want to be cuddled next to Lee in our new bed, under our new duvet, with full bellies and minds filled with nothing but the promise of a new beginning.
Also, fuck me if "The Osbournes" still isn't the most entertaining thing on television. During this episode alone I've found myself both giggling and tearing up. It could be hormonal due to the birth control pills I've just started, but I prefer to think it's the relentless charm of America's favorite family of nutters. SCORE . . . ANOTHER EPISODE!
