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  Rain Date

8 November 1999


7:07 PM: Duh. Tonight was our Prom Night - er, Corporate Night at MOMA, the faboo(ish) new(ish) museum up the street that I still have not been to, much to my shame, and I forgot! I have a date with a laundromat. Ought to go right now, in fact.

Can you tell I have a problem with procrastination? ("What problem? I have something to do, I put it off, no problem!" Badumbump. Thank you I'll be here all week.)

Many many CDs coming in, many many concerts coming up, good good. Early up today me. Tiredly now. Hello. Goddamn AT&T is charging me three times my previous monthly bill, for not using their services. I can't believe I have to go shopping for a long distance server because I don't make enough calls. These people, they need the demon nose wedge.

Office crush got back from Milan today, la di da. But she says actually she was stuck in a hotel way out of town, and it rained all the time. Truly awful, the burdens some of us must carry. Nice of her to bring the rain back with her, anyway. Such startling green eyes. There was another one of those terrifying moments where I thought perhaps they were Looking at me. You know, in That Way. Then I realized it was just glare from the window. Big relief. No reality here, please, thank you.




Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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