Wednesday, May 29, 2002

I'd thought I was having withdrawal

from caffeine, but it might just be withdrawal from health, because my throat hurts, too. Oh woe, woe, woe. Woe.

Monday, May 20, 2002

Not an embodiment - the sound itself

Last night, I dreamed I was the voice of God. It was whack, man.

And then, just now, I was staring at the phone and it rang.

Right now I should be reading King Lear, which really is more interesting than I'd expected (that Shakespeare sure can write a conflict, man) but is still not alluring enough to draw me away from the internet, which actually is not particularly interesting either. It's just a matter of attention inertia.

Sunday, May 19, 2002

Melted Candles

As if there weren't enough to be sad about in my own life, I am borrowing other people's endings to be sad about. Which is stupid.

So we've got an apartment lined up for next year, and hopefully more years to come. It's a dream apartment - huge, washer/dryer IN the apartment, an extra bedroom, a fireplace that we'll hopefully not use, all for only $20 more than we're paying now for something not nearly as dream. As the Other is exploring the rest of the place one last time, I joke to the landlord, "So, what, is this place haunted or something?" And, of course, the "wind" blows the front door open. So, which is worse to share an apartment with, a ghost with an ironic sense of timing, or a swarm of roaches as big as the dog? Because although we didn't see any actual roaches in the other place we looked at, the 1" gap between the wall and the floorboard in most of the rooms was indicator enough. They would probably help us move in, and take a piece of furniture as compensation.

Wednesday, May 08, 2002

After rambling about how the media sensationalizes everything,

she read a story about how women in China are getting their bones broken and stretched out to be taller. I want to sit her down and yell at her for all my time that she's wasted with stories about how wonderful she is and smart and educated, and crap that is misrepresented and stupid.

Sunday, May 05, 2002

Skittering, inebriated, and high from nothing.

If I am suddenly called upon to rule the world, in my first order of business would be the decree that it's now a matriarchy and that all men have to shave their legs and pubic hair ('pits, too) unless they really want to gross everyone out and not have sex with anybody except women who are to, from now on, be considered sexually deviant. This will be among other, more practical orders of business, such as making people stop killing one another.

Yesterday was happiness-inducing. Today was alright.