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2 December 1999


9:44 PM: So yes, saw Dogma, was good, had slow bits, had funny bits, had Selma Hayek's, er, bits. Possibly Ruben Bolling summed up entire movie in one comic strip today, though.

Something is wrong but I don't know what. Really, everything has been relatively OK this week, except for how it started. Oooh! I even finally really made a dentist appointment Today! Yay, I may even still have teeth this time next year. Much of what I was supposed to get done is finished. Even some things I didn't think I'd be able to do are done. My friends who all got sick and disappeared this weekend are slowly returning to the world. I can't think of anything particularly terrible. But I just feel ... I dunno, doomed.

Which is pretty dumb when I have some perfectly good examples of actual looming doom to compare & contrast with. Like Sarah, yet another one of my young friends from the neighborhood. She came over and crashed the other evening, because the power was out at her own apartment. Apparently some kind of conflict involving tweakers and utility bills, hard as that might be to imagine. She simultaneously lost her job and had her rent go up 50% (I gather they lost one of their roommates or something). And she's going back home to the Midwest and parts thereabouts this month, which in itself is a good thing, but makes it kinda hard to find a two-week job that pays half again as much as she used to make in a month. Now these are problems. What am I complaining about?

Anything that I can think of, pretty much. Feh. Maybe it's time to buy a sun lamp.




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

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