Everything Is Otherwise
8 January 2002
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Everything Is Otherwise
8 January 2002
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6:23 PM: Sigh. So long, Sparky's. You used to be good.
I just wanted an omelette, you know? I went to sleep with a craving for one, and woke up with the thought gnawing at me. I gave Sparky's one last try specifically because they have that build-your-own menu. Cheddar, bacon, mushrooms, sausage, and green onions. Piggish, maybe, but not that complex, surely? Apparently so, though. About three pieces of sausage in the whole thing, and instead of green onions, they gave me grilled onions. Which wouldn't have been so bad if they'd been, you know, grilled onions instead of the huge whole strings of lightly-warmed onion. Nothing like a mouthful of that when you're not expecting it, mmmmm boy. Fooey.
Such are the tragedies that shape my life. O Woe is me....
New Buffy episode tonight, yay. Did not physically go to work, this is much better. I mean, all I do is answer email, run queries, and talk to people through AIM. What's the difference? I'll tell you what it is: Smoking! Feels great AND it's bad for you!
Hmm? Oh, Poland. Well, hmm. See, a few months ago, as a result of this weird randomizing of geography that is the Net, I started talking to this girl who lives there. In Poland. Scully is kind of crazy, of course, because otherwise what would there be for us to talk about? Also somewhat misanthropic, which is just a sign of good taste. She was complaining about the suburb that she had to move back to on account of economic emergency, how she doesn't really know anyone, her old friends are all crazy now, etc. (Some serious boy problems as well.) Who was going to be there for her birthday? Then she got the brilliant idea that I should go, because why not? "You have something better to do maybe?"
The other part of the story is that Lana, Eddie, and I are hoping/planning to go to New York in March for the last ever performance of 69 Love Songs - in Lincoln Center, no less! Posh! Well, so, if I was going to New York anyway, that's kind of halfway to Europe, isn't it? And, really, why not?
So I'm gonna go. Late February, looks like.
Uh, did I mention that this is her 21st birthday? Kind of explains the exact kind of crazy, also the Do-it-because-I-Say-So! approach to life. A terrifying species. But it should provide plenty of opportunities for making a complete fool of myself. Heh.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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