» Tuesday, August 21, 2001

I couldn't *wait* for work to come and rescue me from the weekend. It was actually that bad.

First of all, due to circumstances out of her control, Raph disappeared between the hours of 1 AM and 10:30 AM (three hours after we were planning to leave for NY). As an aside, in addition to my nose, my voice, my body, and basically everything I think and say, I inherited from my mom an unreasonable feeling that all situations end in tragedy. (On the way home from seeing Happy Gilmore, Andy and I passed a burning abandoned building in an area of Baltimore we'd not be caught dead in, lest we be caught... dead... errr... Anyway, as we passed, I said to my brother, "Bet you a million dollars mom thinks we are presently in that random abandoned building." Sure enough, we walk in to the house to find a ringing phone with a frantic mother attached to the other end. As though we hang out in abandoned buildings in bad neighborhoods nowhere near our house often. Of course. But anyway.)

So, I spent the time between 1 and 10:30 biting my fingers off at the first knuckle (utilizing poetic license), and was exhausted and frazzled by the time I heard from Raph and found her to be thoroughly one-piecèd and offering a good excuse.

Add to that the subsequent hideous fight with Greg (all better now) and resulting insomnia on Saturday night, and you have yourself certifiable pestilence, as weekends go. Sunday was uneventful, in a hanging-up-wet-clothes-after-a-rainstorm sort of way, but the damage had been done.

Ah. Office-sweet-office.

» Saturday, August 18, 2001

Today is the twelve year anniversary of my Bat Mitzvah. Praise Jesus.

Also, I've written a haiku!

Plans for Saturday

weekend in New York
Raph and I wear tall black boots
owning East Village

» Thursday, August 09, 2001

It seems I've been a little demon since I was knee-high to a grasshopper.

» Wednesday, August 08, 2001

"I think in your next journal entry it would be appropriate to include some discussion of the fact that it is hotter than Hades in Boston and that we obviously live in the gateway to hell," suggests my friend Lauren.

I think she's got something. It has been a rather apocalyptic summer week, heatwise. Now might be a good time to ponder if the judgement day is perhaps upon us. At this point, I daresay I might welcome Armageddon if it were to come with a cool, soothing tidal wave or tsunami.

Last night, Ryan and Jess came to pay their last respects to the Dojo of Cool (or The Dojo of Swelteringly Hot, if we must be literal) before moving to the unlicked wasteland of Lewisburg, Pennsylvania. Raph joined us for dinner and came over for a sleepover after. There was much merriment and madcap adventure, and I awoke to a sleepy Raph on my couch who informed me that our dear friends had slunk out the door at three AM in a sweaty stupor, desperately seeking air-circulation and enlightenment in Western Mass. So it goes. It is admittedly brutal.

Kids, don't try this heat at home.

» Tuesday, August 07, 2001

Here is a picture of me, in all my wolfliness, that my friend Dave drew. Aren't I terribly lupine?!

» Monday, August 06, 2001

Never leave your computer unattended, or you might return to it and find line after line of nonsense waiting for you on IM, like my friend Rob did a few minutes ago.

Lupschada: rob rob rob, rob rob rob
Lupschada: has gone away and left me blue
Lupschada: as blue as a coconut that is blue
Lupschada: how true
Lupschada: and how sad
Lupschada: a sad as deep as the color bad
Lupschada: in the moonlight
Lupschada: rob rob rob, rob rob rob
Lupschada: has gone away and left me crying
Lupschada: crying like a million elves a'dying
Lupschada: how true
Lupschada: and how sad
Lupschada: a sad as thick as the molten sand
Lupschada: in the moonlight