September 2nd, 2003


sleepless night

So tired. Just had the WORST night. Aerith and I went to sleep sometime around 11pm. Around 2am we woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. We tried just about everything and even things that usually induce sleepiness, including reading for a while and throwing off one of the covers. Finally around 4/4:30 or so we fell asleep. Then I ended up waking up again around 5:20 having to go to the bathroom wicked bad b/c I was dreaming that I was in a lecture hall and they were showing a movie and I had to pee while watching the movie, but I didn't want to miss any of it. Of course by the time the alarms went off a million times were were exhausted and just wanted to sleep.

I called my mother this morning just to make sure that everything was ok with her. It is. I really hope that everything is ok with my friends.

in other news, got the car fixed. Runs just fine now.
Aerith and I were sick all weekend. Good thing I had it off. Don't know how I could have spent 8 hours on the phones w/a sore throat.
Got some of the study picked up. It's starting to come together.
2 more days on the phones before the layoff.
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Not sure if that was it, but I just found out from my mother that my god-mother Patricia died. She left me 100 pounds. Although I never knew her that well, she was an amazing tour-de-force every time I met her. She was great. Her father was one of the last of the British Raj and so when I would go over for tea (during my stay in Oxford), she would tell wonderful stories about being 16 in Bombay and sneeking out for a night on the town.

I remember when I was 6 or so, we stayed with her in England. There are a few things I remember from that visit. First, she had a dog. And cats, lots of cats. And there was one cat who was best friends with the dog. Also that's where Cimmy got her first taste of champagne (on her 3 year old b-day). And we watched the Lord of the Rings cartoon on the telly. Most embarrasing of all was the night before we left I threw up apple juice all over her carpet.

More recent memories are from my 9 month say in Oxford. I never saw her very much, even though I probably should have called on her more often. I remember going to a small dinner party when Dad and I first came into town. The conversation was slightly drunk and very witty. And I met an Australian named Bruce. My god-mother was the one who told me Princess Di had died. I called her up that morning (5 years and a few days ago) to see about visiting her and she told me about it. She used to call everyone darling. And take in cats. She had this orange cat who had been abused by his prevoius owner. By the time I came around he had just started warming up to people other than her. He used to follow me around whenever I came by. I remember I stayed over during Holloween. I brought her single malt whiskey from a brewery in Scottland I had been to. She really liked it. I remember that she took me out the wed before I was to go home (I was skipping my final art class). She took me to a really nice resturant and i had a shrimp cocktail. And I was a little bit more drunk than I wanted to be. I wrote her once after I got back to the states; for her birthday. Late september, but before mine. the 21st, i think. She never wrote back.

I should have writen more. or called. last i heard, before tonight, she was going back to India. I don't know if she did or not. I don't know how or when she died. But I'll miss her. The self-proclamed Dutchess of Osney Island.
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