Tuesday. December 18, 2001 |
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. sushi
"How poor are they that have
not patience! Shakespeare, Othello
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unreasonably happy I feel like sleeping in but I don't. And then I am, unreasonably, happy. I bandage my hand but it looks almost healed, almost like a nothing scratch. I can't quite get out of the house with everything. I go out in short sleeves, back for a sweater, back for coffee I put down somewhere. At work, I give my admin her Christmas present. I'm very happy with myself because I think it's cool. She likes it, too. I work on stuff. Even the most hated stuff. I have fantasies that my silly staff job means something. The
weather is nice. SuRu and I walk across to Kyoto II and meet FFP. We have
sushi and gyoza
and FFP and I have miso soup and SuRu has vegetable tempura and FFP
has a salmon happy meal (well, a box). Afterward we go over to Deb's Liqours
to see if they have anything that was allocated to them in the good stuff
category. SuRu and I look at gift sets and FFP gets a 1997 Silver Oak
and some other stuff. SuRu and I start back and then go to a toy store closing out across the street. I pick up some baby gifts for the future and a couple of things for Jack. I return to work for a meeting on my least favorite topic. Still, I feel great. I stop by the parents after work. I return some refrigerator dishes and take some pictures of them because Mom wants me to do it. She decides she should get a digital camera. She has a new short haircut. I tell her she looks younger. SuRu, FFP and I go to Ruby's Barbecue because SuRu wants meat and we have a gift certificate. Afterward we wander around Toy Joy. At home we watch snippets of Patton and then other stuff. I struggle over the crossword. Someone at the salon said my monologue reminded them of Spaulding Gray. (Or they mentioned him in some context. Maybe I was hoping they compared me to him. I know one guy offered acting lessons and another person offered criticism on eye contact. So, OK, maybe they didn't mention old Spaulding as in 'yeah, you could make a living talking about your nothing life you are so clever.') Anyway, I started dreaming of combining my interest in doing something with digital video and the idea of Spaulding Gray. I could set up the tripod and tape myself in a feature entitled Myself as a Consumer using props of stuff and photos of stuff. (Yes, I know. I always propose these little creative projects and never do them. Which is probably a good thing.) I've noticed some new and disturbing trends in the junk email I'm receiving.
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