Here I am again, whirling in and out to write a quick entry about how I'm going to be out of town this weekend. I probably won't even have time to talk about how I've fallen completely in love with Sailor Moon, which is unfortunate since it's something I'm really enjoying talking about.

Tomorrow afternoon Jim and I fly to Oklahoma, where we will spend the weekend visiting my mom and going to the Medieval Fair. This should be fun; I'm going to wear my standard Fair dress (white underthing, dark blue thing that laces over it), and Jim's going to wear his tights-and-tabard outfit he wore at his friend Aaron's Medieval-themed wedding. Friday will be spent with my mom; we'll probably all go wander around the Fair together, and I'll shop for jewelry but hopefully not spend too much money, and I'll eat a lot. (Eating a lot is high on my mind right now, it being the last day of Passover and my desire for a sandwich knowing no bounds. At least I've got kosher-for-Passover Pepsi.)

Saturday I plan to wander around town with Jim -- we're renting a car to make this feasible -- and show him all the important locations from my past. This should be mostly pleasant, but there's a slight chance it won't be (more on this below) so I'm bringing Norm's phone number with me and have strict instructions to call him if necessary. Anyway, ideally I'll show Jim the various houses I lived in and schools I went to, and we'll go to Marble Slab for ice cream, and maybe to Fair again, and perhaps out to dinner with friends of mine but perhaps just out on our own. I think I'm looking forward to this part -- showing him my hometown -- a lot more than I'm looking forward to Fair. That's interesting to realise; from 5th grade until I moved to California going to Fair was a huge important part of the year for me, something I spent November to April anticipating and planning for. It feels nice that this year (and the last few years, to be honest) it's just a pleasant way to spend time, but also very strange -- like suddenly realising you don't look forward to your birthday any more.

I was going to say more about the freaking out stuff, wasn't I? Well. There are a few places in Norman that I have no negative memories of, but whenever I think about them I'm hit with waves of intense negative emotions. Given the amount of my childhood I still can't remember clearly this seems like a Clue, and so part of my plan is to go with Jim to some of these places and see if anything comes up for me. I'm expecting nothing will immediately and I'll feel sort of foolish and frustrated -- and in a way that'd be a relief. On the other hand, it'd be so nice to suddenly remember a bunch of stuff and have more clarity about what happened to me, even though I know the actual remembering will be painful and unpleasant and turn me into a basket case. Life is complicated. I think in a perfect world I'll have a small controlled memory-burst, preferably next Wednesday when I'm safely in Norm's office and ready to deal with it all.

Anyway! That's what I'm doing this weekend. Now you know.

Jim was installing my NT workstation as I wrote most of this, but now he's done and gone home, so I think I'll go home too. My dinner plan is bananas with honey & cream -- unlike most everything else I can eat this is simple and sounds good. I'm craving a hamburger like nobody's business -- or, better yet, sushi. Sushi rice. Walnut rolls from Miyake. Black pepper beef from Su Hong. Gah. I'd better stop now before my brain explodes from hunger.