I Miss Snack
3 October 2001
6:03 PM: So, yay, Buffy is not so dead anymore.
My apartment has a Floor! and Walls! Who knew? Amana, this friend of Lana's, is doing organizing and anti-mess work for people while she looks for an actual job. So she has been getting rid of bad things for the last couple days, and it's already almost unrecognizable. But the best parts are yet to come.
For one thing, they are helping me get rid of all the massive obsolete objects taking up space now - the old projection TV and its friend the Giant Screen, the ratty foam couch, the giant wooden scissors... Damn, I've been living in the Batcave all along! These are all the things that I would look at and think, "Oh if only I had some way to get rid of this, I could start over - be a new person! a better person! No man shall keep Christmas as well as I!" Which is a lot of processed meat product, but at least the place is roomier.
And then - shelves! I'll be able to see the names of books just by looking. No more games of Bookpile Tetris to figure out where things are. It's so wonderful.
9:53 PM: Tomorrow is Sigur Ros. I've been having quite the debate with myself about whether or not I really wanted to go to this show. On the one hand, cool music; on the other hand, memories.
But, you know, walking home is just as big a problem in that regard, if not more of one. And there's almost never a great weirdo band from Iceland playing on the street there. So it has to be a plus on balance. Right? Maybe?
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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