A Tad Lost
10 June 2001
9:25 PM: Hmm. I woke up twice Today not knowing what day it was or whether it was morning or night. So OK, sure, I didn't go outside, which might have settled the matter. But this is getting to be a habit - I thought Friday was Saturday and yesterday was Sunday.
Do you think it could be related to going out drinking every night? Naah. Must be hormonal.
Went with folks to see Shrek yesterday. Was OK. The music seemed to be actual pop songs - no singing characters, except one bluebird and he pretty much learned his lesson. So even when they were cheesy songs, they weren't that special Disney kind of evil. There was funniness. There were in-jokes for the parents and fart jokes for the parents and sex jokes for the kids. Hey, that Eddie Murphy, he's kind of a funny guy! He should try making a comedy.
Got much of my hair cut off, too, as you can see. It was quite exciting, the hippie juice bar across the street had a fire while I was there. In the basement, I gather. There were four fire trucks there so it must have taken them, oh, 5, 10 minutes to get it under control. Completely blocked Fillmore and Haight to all traffic, which is really fun for Muni. Current theory is that it must have been a meth lab (that's the Haightish version of "gangs on PCP").
Oh, finally saw Six Feet Under, the new HBO series. Dead people are weird. I don't know if I would say it was funny or not. I could like it or I could really hate the lead character a lot. He's all unshaven and foamy and knows it, and yeah, he gets called on that a couple times. But if they keep writing him that way, what difference does it make? On the other hand - teenage sister on crack. Something is wacky with the VCR I use to tape HBO, the tracking is off, and it cut off the last minute of the show. We'll see how it goes tonight.
Now I'm waiting for pizza, and surprisingly enough, not listening to Magnetic Fields over and over and sneezing, because I did that already Today. I was going to do some work. Hmm. Maybe later.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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