After a downpour of pointless tweets, I made this promise. But I’m still nervous! So I’ll just blog instead. All night long.
- 7:12 p.m. Grady just pulled bell hooks’ “Yearning” off the shelf and is flipping through it quite intently. I love her a lot.
- 7:29 p.m. Grady just perfected her Peter O’Toole impression. If Peter O’Toole ever meowed with tragic importance, it sounded exactly like what Grady just did.
- 7:32 p.m. Grady and Winston are playing, tugging around two apron ties. It. Is. Adorable.
- 7:37 p.m. (Grady is currently in her energy-burst-before-bed phase. She does the cutest things first thing in the morning and right before bed.)
- 8:15 p.m. Aaaaaand she’s asleep.
- 8:23 p.m. I really like transparency. I even like how socially awkward people get when transparency is a priority.
- 8:29 p.m. Today I used the word “lucubration” in front of people who really obviously didn’t know what that means and I felt like an ass.
- 8:29 p.m. (It means nighttime meditation or study, particularly by candlelight. Yeah, it’s an awesome word.)
- 8:34 p.m. Regretting the choice to include the time before each non-tweet. It’s getting annoying/cumbersome.
- 8:49 p.m. OKAY FINE I’LL LOOK AT MY INBOX. #inquietude
- 8:51 p.m. Alright. I was going to “prepare myself” to type up a few free-writing flow-of-consciousness awkwardly honest e-mails, but instead I think I need to crochet a bunch of these stars and make some bunting out of them. Yeah, that should definitely be my priority. Sorry, e-mails.
- 8:52 p.m. For the sake of transparency: I was going to wait till morning to send the e-mails, so I could edit them down to an acceptable level of honesty.
- 9:21 p.m. One star complete!
- 9:23 p.m. It didn’t take me that whole time to make one star. I also did some other boring things.
- 9:33 p.m. Hint: When crocheting with thread, it helps to cut the fingernails on both thumbs and pointer fingers as short as you possibly can. Trust me.
- 9:58 p.m. Four stars done. Yaaaaay diversion projects.
- 9:59 p.m. How awesome would it be if some cool famous person opened an etsy store? Like Jason Schwartzmann or Sophia Coppola or Jesca Hoop or Tilda Swinton or DAVID BOWIE.
- 10:01 p.m. Also, how awesome would it be if Tilda Swinton were to play David Bowie in a biopic?
- 10:29 p.m. I can feel it. That bad time of night is on its way.
- 10:41 p.m. Ruh-roh.
- 10:49 p.m. Why is it that it always takes me so long to realize that any time I’m experiencing emotional distress (I know, that term does in fact make me qualify as a cyborg. I’m over it.) it’s always because of the Mel/mom dichotomy? I’m fairly certain I’ve talked at length about this thing but can’t find a link, so that probably doesn’t make sense to most of you. Whoever “you” are. But when mom-Mel and Mel-Mel aren’t on the same page, Mel gets distressed. This time it took full weeks to recognize the reason.
- 11:04 p.m. “Rectangle! America! Megaphone! Monday! Butthole.“
- 11:05 p.m. Alright. I want to wake up to the rest of that episode, so it’s lights out. Lucubration time, followed by restlessness time, followed by dream time.
