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16 June 2000

7:36 PM: Dentist was not tremendously terrible but was in no way fun. An hour or so of long needles, biting into big wads of used bubble gum or something very much like that, and having fake teeth pried out of my head.

The play at Berkeley Rep turned out to be Closer - I remembered it from when it was on Broadway, Natasha Richardson in it I think. Really well-done. The actors were great, so was the writing, despite the almost-too-clever structure. It's about two men and two women and their mutual infidelities. The fight scenes were scarily familiar - the guys for me most of all, obviously. They kept doing one stupid or selfish or clueless or evil thing after another and I just wanted to shout, "Stop it! Trust me, I did that, I know how it turns out! Go to the bathroom, go lie down, go get some pizza, anything, just shut the fuck up!"

Tickets to see Mercy and Faster Pussycat, Kill Kill this weekend, part of the Gay & Lesbian Film Festival. Or I guess it's officially called the GBLT Festival isn't it? Genetically-modified bacon lettuce tomato, mmmmmmmmm MMM! Should be fun.

Freezing in here. "Oh, it's so hot! Oh, I am heated! Oh oh!" Happy now, whiners? It's so foggy outside I can't see more than three blocks up 3rd Street. Oh yes, windy, cold, this is ever so much better. Sheesh. OK, 103 degrees, that's hot, but it's not that hot. It's a dry heat, anyway.

Uh oh. I just realized that nobody would know if I just walked out of work right now. I'm not supposed to think about that.

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

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