La La La
10 October 1998
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La La La
10 October 1998
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It's been a, er, quiet couple of days. Woke up relatively early yesterday, not quite ready to go in yet, so started reading, and well... I've just kind of been here since. Just some trips out after sunset for food. Wonder if our health plan covers vampirism? Or would that be dental?
More Shocking News: front page story in the paper today about how the only people standing behind Clinton, Mr. Third Way, are those dang old-fashioned L-word types. All of his other "centrist" (see "weasel") buddies have dropped him like a rock. Oh, life's little ironies. This was a Wall Street Journal article, too, impressive in its restraint. Only moderate gloating.
I don't really know what's going on when I get like this. A refusal to think. I was on my way to the cheese steak place down the street tonight, turned the corner and saw some people I know outside the store. Boisterous talkative people. I was back around the corner with my back to the wall before I'd even thought about it. Silly, I suppose - but then, it was just food. Stood there for a minute with an empty head. I suppose this is one of the reasons I fell in love with New York the minute I got off the bus there. SO big, SO many people, I could be competely anonymous. Eh, crazy guy, whatever. I hated that too, but then I'm not consistent. Ended up just getting a roast beef sammich from the deli. It's sitting there on the bed now. I'm not really sure what I want to do about it.
I have to be more careful. I need to keep this job, not just because rents are so high and it might be hard to find another one. I need that external concern, something to pay attention to. And it's almost like being around friends. Everyone's polite, at least. There is banter, and gossip. It'd be so much more convenient if I had a fever or something - a tangible sign, an unmistakable physical symptom. Ah, got that Chinese swine madness that's going around, you know - can't keep anything down, body aches, a paralyzing fear of social contact.
Well, another day left yet of official time off. Maybe I can sleep it off.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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All names are fake, most places are real, the
author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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