M&Ms and Gatorade
2 November 2001
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M&Ms and Gatorade
2 November 2001
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2:07 PM: It's all part of this nutritious balanced breakfast.
Lessee. Yesterday I had to get up relatively early, pour moi - awoke at 10 AM, slugabed until 11 when the alarm went off - on account of the building supah was coming over to repair the bathroom window (the sash had nearly rotted into pieces) and some other stuff. The window has a "sash guard" on it now, a clear plastic door covering the window per se, to protect it from the shower. It's all shiny and new, neat.
Then last night, Thai food with the usual suspects and a repeat viewing of Ghost World, which is still strangely funny and entertaining for an essentially bitter, hopeless and depressingly true story. Home afterwards, to discover that either I or the machine itself had erased the last episode of Buffy before I had taped it - eeek! But Lana still has it on her PVR, I think, so I can still get a copy. You would think that 32 hours would be way more TV than you would ever want to watch, wouldn't you? Nuh uh. You keep things on there just because, well, what if the tape's screwed up? Not that I'm a compulsive hoarder or anything. No no no.
The point of all of this, to the extent that there is one, is that I got up early and went to sleep relatively early - 3 AM - and so woke up early again Today, without the definite threat of landlordly intrustion (though I don't think he's finished). How very exciting, I know. But still, it feels like progress to me.
Tonight! 20 Minute Loop! Playing the music of themselves live at the swank yet convenient Cafe du Nord! Plus two other bands from SoCal that are sposta be good. I hope it's not too crowded.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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