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----- For reasons explained very eloquently below, I have decided to discontinue the blogger powered section of this site. It just seemed like an incredible cop-out and waste of time to me. But it was worth a try. For purposes of completion, the entire blog is archived below.
12.19.2000blogging is stupid. time to archive and return to just a journal.
OK, this is officially a ten day long cold/flu. Will I ever get better? *cough* ~~~ 12.18.2000new entry is up, warning: lots of images....
o-tay do-tay, I'm back from Tempe, and lemme just say that the desert is a shitty place to go when you have a cold. I've never seen so much blood in my life. On the bright side I rested a bit and got to hit on a few members of the Womens National Soccer Team in a hotel lobby. took loads of pictures -- journal entry(ies) tonite, I hope. ~~~ 12.15.2000Still kinda sick, but made it into work... ~~~ 12.14.2000new journal entry is here ~~~ 12.13.2000Journal entry's gotta wait til tomorrow ... I'm too bloomin' ill to compose a coherent sentence, been in bed since 4pm, drifting in and out of consciousness and wondering why I never got this sick when I smoked cigarettes
So I sang ok, but I'm sicker now. And I may have gotten Rachel sick as well, after she was nice enough to drive up at the last minute and be my date for the party. So I'm feeling guilty about that. ~~~ 12.12.2000So, I got out of bed today, which is more than I can say for yesterday. ~~~ 12.11.2000New entries are up in the journal for 12.08 and 12.10.
Today I'm home "sick." Boss's orders, believe it or not, as he wants my vocal cords in perfect shape for tomorrow's performance. Fat chance of that, I say, but I do appreciate the rest...
What is the Second Sunday of Advent, why is Jesus also named Emmanuel, and why does my oh-so-Jewish name get a line of its own in the church program? ~~~ 12.8.2000I am _so_ druhnk right now (to the point where I can't even spell the word "drunk". Not a bad thing, considering I quit drinking for over a week and still can't bring myself to ingest alcolhol if i'm driving, which I'm not. Nonetheless, I'm working on this journal entry (something I've never done before ... _work_ on an entry) ... that rhymes, believe it or not, and kinda reflects my feeling about life during this oh-so-so holiday time of year...
I'm curious: if sex is such a good headache remedy, why is "Not tonight dear, I have a headache" such a common refusal?
What a stupid awards show, quite juvenile. I watched everyone get drunk and it went on and on and on and I didn't get home until 4am. ~~~ 12.7.2000Thought I was going. Wamba called. His biggest memory of December 7 is standing on the deck of his submarine and watching a paratrooper fall to his death after his chute didn't open during a commemorative jump. Add one more body to Pearl Harbor, I guess...
Fog rolled in, fog rolled out. I just realized, fog really does roll, and pretty fast at that.
in the journal ~~~ 19 de cember 1999: : didn't write 19 december 1998: : didn't write 19 december 1997: short notes : so swamped that I forgot to call my mother and wish her a happy birthday yesterday. Boy, was she pissed. As if I needed any more guilt... Then again, that's what jewish mothers are for. [ swim back | email me | swim ahead ] |