uninsightful

went out with ch last night to hear jen porter. i think i'd be embarrassed if you did a search here for jen porter- why is she never mentioned? why do ch and i so rarely go hear her sing? it's terrible. when we first discovered her, ch went to the gentry EVERY thursday for months. but now, it's so rare. i mean, she's always glad to see us, but i feel like i'm squandering my big city resources. if you live in a city where local musicians like jen porter play every week, why aren't you going to see them?

she was in top form though. she sounded great, didn't get even a little horse in that smoky bar till 1am. played alot of alanis morrissette covers, some tracy chapman, ricky lee jones, tori amos. when she saw ch, she said she was gonna play a radio hit, and he said, she's gonna do 2AM. and i'm like, she doesn't know that one, but sure enough, she busted out the anna nalick. that was totally fun. and ch kept tipping her and requested jelousy by liz phair. which is an AMAZING AMAZING song, and jen does it so much better than liz does. there were a bunch of uninterested dykes there, and she did some mellissa etheridge and indigo girls. i was getting really tired, not drinking much (esp. compared to ch!) but we decided to stay till the end. she got out her guitar and ch is like, i know this song. and i'm like, I know this song. and it was NOT A PRETTY GIRL! we were shocked, charmed. who knew jen knew any ani? it was fabulous. we are so excited for her third album. she played some new stuff, and it was great, as well as in a day and another day, and ray from the first disk.

ch kept getting texts throughout the night. i was feeling friday nightish, but it was good for me to be out. i was only a little sorry for myself, rather than emmensely sorry for myself like i would have been at home. but i was still so jelous of all of ch's texts and phone calls, and of the girl who walked around the table to put her hand on the small of her girlfriend's back. whatever.

spent my saturday morning the way i always do- in bed, eating chocolate, reading a book, masturbating. really, what more can you ask for? realized when i left bed my fingers were shriveled and decided it was a good thing i'm a lesbian, because really, what guy would ever be patient enough to have sex with me? also, since i finished an uninteresting paperback on the train ride home i read my entire nick earls book. it wasn't as good as 48 shades of brown, but the character was less neurotic, so that was a relief. plus, there's so much charm to be had just from it being australian. my american version is called that summer, but the original is called that january, and it opens with a few lines that are so incomprehensable about january seeming to last forever as it's the end of the summer and you're preparing to go back to school and christmas is over. what is january like at the beach? that's just so wierd for me.

didn't get my butt in gear fast enough to go downtown before the library closes, but i did get to the edgewater branch. so charming. i love the community feeling i get when i go there. it's so small, the selection is so condensed, but that's ok. how many books does one need at one's fingertips? if you want something specific, you can order it in from harold washington. also stopped by the healthfood store and got more info on their organic farm /CSA that drops off there. i think i'm gonna try and do it- we'll see if i can eat a box of vegetables a week. it's expensive, but think of how good it would make me feel- and it would probably make me cook more often!

then- you'll never believe it- i went to the laundrymat! yes, i, caitlin, finally did 2 loads of laundry. i've been saying i was gonna go for a week, and now it's finally happened. unfortunately, mitzi is really excited about this. she keeps climbing up my drying rack, knocking down socks and dragging them around the house. this has got to stop= i'm not quite sure how, though.

so now there is dinner to eat, movies to watch, sweaters to finish and homework to write. i'll type to y'all again soon though.