April 18th, 2002

you think you know...

almost too blah to update

Last night ended fairly well. My headache went away. The fan and the night air returned the room to a comfortable temperature. Conversations with people like my friend Sharon improve my life.

This morning started out not so much with the good. In cleaning my glasses i popped out one of the lenses. I don’t even wanna think about how many times this has happened since i got these glasses. Sigh.

I think it must be less humid today because temps were much higher than they were yesterday but i was much less uncomfortable being outside than i was yesterday.

There is a constant whirring in our room because the big air conditioner for the kitchen area is right below our window. Sigh. Cold front comes through tomorrow night. Huzzah.

Anyone concerned about my health can be pleased to hear that i had pasta and green beans for lunch (as well as cucumbers and orange juice) and a baked potato and peas (as well as ice cream) for dinner.

I have a decent paper for tomorrow (technically, today). It is much shorter than it’s supposed to be, but i feel i have made all the important points. Joe said, "you are the things Strunk & white are made of" Have i mentioned recently that i love this boy?

He IMed earlier and said: "do you know anyone who might have an mp3 of ani reading her poem? I thought you'd be the best person to ask" I was flattered and of course consulted my friend Sharon--my resident queen of musical downloadage. Because it’s an untitled work-in-progress we were likely in needle-in-a-haystack territory, but after 2 downloads which turned out to not be it she got the real thing. I sent it to Joe, from whom i got copious thanks, which i of course passed on to Sharon. Hooray for the interconnectedness of the Internet.

And some randomness:

"But it took a stake-wielding ex-cheerleader to really revolutionise the [DVD] market."

I like reading Neil Gaiman’s journal.

23 days until i go home. 12 days until new Buffy episodes begin.

Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
you think you know...

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Okay, that is a really bizarre "blah" icon. I can't decide if it's wearing spectacles or has bags under its eyes and whether it's yawning or gaping. Weird.