3 May 2005
We've made it to the first week of May and it's supposed to keep up this
low-60s, sunny, breezy business for the next several days, at least.
It smells now at my desk like someone is barbecuing something drenched
lighter fluid, and maybe paint, and maybe gasoline. Welcome to my work
environment! Be sure to pick up a surgical mask on your way in. Or a
gas mask, I suppose. Man.
Last weekend was mega-sleepover weekend with Emily: cooked some dinner,
watched a lot of Doogie Howser, M.D. on DVD, took online quizzes, ate
Mallomars, went shopping. I got a five-dollar shirt!
I am running low on anecdotal anything today. I can't seem to find a
middle ground... it's either tell you how I can't decide what to do with
my hair and how I want to buy new eyeliner and see if I can use it on my
wacko eyes, or tell you how I am reading boring (exciting) poetry
criticism & theory on the subway and how I can't bring myself to attach
very much importance to (belief in / bother with) the signified and so
don't find the failure of language to be a concern or obstacle or
stopping-point, but rather the start of everything that can be done.
So it's one thing, or something else, I guess.