wanna go HOME now...


30 January 2001

9:06 PM: Fell down on the sleep job big time Today. Alarm went off, shut off, not the slightest interest. Slept until 1:30 PM, with several intervening awakenings, marked by staring at the clock, thinking about getting up, and deciding not to. I actually woke up all on my own around 9 AM but clearly that was too early.

Saw Sarah at the bar last night. The night before that, too - Sunday was George's and her birthdays. Wow that was a minefield of possessives. Anyways. Sunday she was quite chipper; she'd been staying with a friend in Marin County and had gotten clean. I believed it, too, she not only seemed healthier, but she was really annoyed by all these inconvenient emotions that were surfacing now that the soothing layer of smack had been removed. Which, yep, is true, but I believe the phrase here is Consider The Alternatives. Last night, not so clean, though. I found it hard to say anything while I sat there with a cigarette in my hand. "I'm an expert on quitting, I've done it thousands of times!"

Picked up some English culture mag named Uncut Today, had a CD glued to the cover. Interesting mix of stuff.

Work sucks a lot. It's not even boring anymore, really. I still don't want anything to do with it.

I need to add a GenericEntry button to this form.

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

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