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  Overly Metaphorical

20 September 2000

6:45 PM: My stomach is crawling with anxiety, I feel like I've just been in some kind of huge fight, though I don't think I was. Was I? No, surely I'd remember. I haven't been screaming at anyone again without noticing it, I hope. There was a big fight on the mailing list I'm on, but I wasn't even involved in it, so that can't be it.

It's weird that it's been so long since my old friend Free Floating Anxiety came to visit. Of course, everything is weird right now.

Elastica at The Fillmore tonight. Still never have gotten their new CD. Bad bad bad! Excuse me while I flog. OK, done now. Sleater-Kinney tickets won't go on sale until at the earliest this weekend. They're teasing us with them, bastards.

Goldfish. Feh.

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

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