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8 May Finished the Planet Amazon column, and it's really only slightly horrible (check back on Sunday!). Y'know, finishing a column is like finishing a big homework project in a way that writing these daily entries is not. It's been so long since I was in school that I had forgotten my habit of sitting down to work, prcrastinating, procrastinating and procrastinating some more, then finally banging that sucker out. And then when it's done, you can goof off with no guilt!
So the other day I was feeling remarkably fat. "I must have gained ten pounds so far this year!" I thought. Then I stepped onto the scale, and I had actually lost half a pound since 1 January. At this rate, half a pound every four months, I should get down to my ideal weight on my 95th birthday! I'll be the foxiest nonagenarian in the tribe, baby.
Molly and I have a joke, a little vaudeville routine. She'll do something silly, and I'll say to her "You're a loon!" and she'll say "I not a loon!" and I'll say "What are you, then?" and she'll say "I Molly!" Applause all around--it's our party trick. The funny part is, though, that she loves that exchange so much that she's taken to cutting to the end! I'll walk into the room and she'll run up to me saying "I not a loon, I Molly!" Two years old is not too young to learn that the setup is as important as the punch!
Yesterday one of my best friends told me that he is gay (not that he's been keeping secrets from me or telling lies--he just fell in love with a man for the first time a couple of months ago), and then on my way to rehearsal a couple of hours later I ran into someone whom I had not seen since 1986! I'm feeling really off-balance! What is waiting around the corner?
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