October 27, 1999

Seattle is exacting retribution upon me for mocking its lack of rain. Oh yes, it will have vengeance.

It's raining to beat the band, as my Grandma always used to say. Wind advisories, 40-degree weather, cold little raindrops that feel like bullets on your skin -- ah yes, the rain has arrived. I suppose I really shouldn't complain, after the long stretch of beautiful weather we had this summer. I suppose I'm still not used to living somewhere that has clearly defined seasons, rather than the hot/cold mush in Chicago.

I went home for lunch today. I've been doing that more lately, since I realized that as soon as Keith gets a job, I won't have the opportunity to go home and have lunch with him anymore. I called ahead to tell him I'd be home for lunch, so he got all elaborate and made a western omelet for me. I thought it was great, but he said it was only "good". He said that for a really great western omelet, it has to be made by an authentic Spanish person, like the exchange student his mom had one year.

I said, OK, obviously we have to go find ourselves an authentic Spanish person who will agree to cook a western omelet for us. Any volunteers?

In other, job-related news. We're about to swing into our production cycle again, which means lots of work and more overtime for yrs. truly. I'm actually sort of excited, because while it's nice to be able to sit here all day and surf the Web, it becomes boring after awhile. I want some real work to do. And soon, I'll have it. The practical result of this is that some days I may not get a chance to update the journal until after I come home from work. No worries, though, it will be updated. I swear. Really.

While I was home for lunch, I suggested to Keith that perhaps we could just decide not to ever do the dishes anymore until we get a dishwasher. He didn't seem too enthusiastic at the prospect, but I think I'm really on to something here. Who needs clean dishes, anyway? Paper plates, that's the way to go.

Unfortunately, we have no paper plates, so somebody's going to have to do the dishes before long, or they're going to coalesce into a new life form and start watching the TV without permission and stuff. Of course, we'll have to charge it a third of the monthly rent, so maybe this isn't such a bad idea.

In non-psychotic news. We went to the theater last night. The show was quite good. It was a British-style farce, according to Keith, which would explain why all of the actors were speaking with English accents (some more successfully than others). I think my personal favorite moment was when the Bad Guy was known to still be on the loose, and one of the woman characters has to leave another one alone in a hotel room for awhile. She says "make yourself at home, take a shower or something if you want", and the other girl is like, "I am NOT taking a shower". After all, we've all seen Psycho, right? Anyway, later on, she turns the lights off in the main room and goes into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and....

THE KILLER JUMPS OUT OF THE SHOWER AND GRABS HER! They even played the Psycho "REET REET REET" music. A bunch of people in the audience screamed, and then everybody laughed. It was a good moment, although now I'm never going to feel safe in the bathroom either.

I've got to stop watching horror movies. I have "movie syndrome", where every time I'm in the house alone and it's quiet, that means that... the KILLER is afoot! Aaah! Or when I'm in the basement putting clothes in the dryer and I hear a quiet scratching sound behind me... that's not a mouse, it's the KILLER! Aaah!

Because of horror movies I have now ruled out:

• taking showers without a see-through curtain
• staying in large Gothic-looking hotels
• being home alone without locking the front door
• being home alone and securely locking ALL the doors and windows (that's just asking for it)
• looking into mirrors at night when I'm alone
• looking into mirrors in the dark, ever
• camping in the woods
• getting onto an elevator when just one person is already on it (two is OK; psycho killers don't come in pairs)
• being home alone at night with the curtains or blinds open (DUH -- if the blinds are open then the bad things can SEE YOU)

Yes, I am completely paranoid. I really have to stop watching horror movies.

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