So yesterday I went into work to finish up the stuff I couldn't finish on Friday because I was ready to cut out my heart with exhaustion, except for that I hadn't the energy to pick up a knife.

Before going in, I went to the Manhattan Mall to get some new jeans. New jeans, at last! I have needed new ones for six weeks or so, since my old pair have such a massive rip in the crotch and butt that they are basically, at this point, a skirt with legs.

But when I got to the Mall, they were remodeling, so there were only a few stores still open, none of which was Modell's! This was very upsetting. Not the least of which because I had worn the bad jeans because I am sick of the green pants that I wear every day to work and I thought I'd be able to throw them out.

So I went into work and found Modell's on the net, and there's a store on 42nd and 5th, so I'll go there. Hopefully they sell jeans, or I don't know what I'll do! I know, I know, there must be plenty of places to buy jeans in the wide world, but you know what? I've been buying jeans at this one single place for so long that I have no idea where else there is to get them!

Work was fine, I matched all of the recuts, finding two that I skipped and two that I did twice (I told you that it was hard to keep track of what had been done and what had not!) and I did about half of my FedExing, until the Powership ran out of labels, but for once I noticed the red line going down the back and the fact that they were getting curlier and curlier and picked out the most important ones and sent them out first.

I was going to only stay for two hours, especially since I was working without pay, but I ended up staying for three, and then I checked my messages before leaving, and there was a message from Michael "I'll just wait until Kymm's back is turned and end my journal" Walsh from the day before. Of course, I hadn't been picking up the phone when I was in the middle of recut hell. Not that I pick up the phone on Fridays even when I am not doing recuts.

Actually, when you get right down to it, I never pick up the phone at all, any day. This is one of my well-known faults.

Anyway, I called him back and we talked for an hour or so. He had called me because he was depressed, and that hour later I asked, "So, any less depressed?" and he said, "Well, not really, but honestly, you're up against alot!" "It's like using a teaspoon to dig out Mount Rushmore."

I would have said that it was like using a needle to dig a hole in a rock, but we had already established that he had never read The Phantom Tollbooth, so there was no point in quoting.

It was nice talking to him, though it's difficult hearing someone that you care about so unhappy, but all I could do to help was talk and listen, so I did that, and I hope that things get better for him soon.

"Have you ever thought that there are more movies and books and music in the world than you can ever ever get through and you'll die without seeing and hearing and reading it all?"
"Yes, I realized that awhile ago."
"It's depressing, but on the other hand it's pretty great to think that there's all this cool stuff out there to discover, and no matter how old you get, you'll never run out."
"And there's the fundamental difference between you and me."

But people need insane optimists like me skippy loonily around strewing daisies hither and yon to remind them that life isn't all worry and strife. It's worry and strife and really annoying optimists!

Happy 38th birthday to my sweet and only love, Russell Crowe!

You know baby, this thing with sexy sexy Vince D'Onofrio is just a passing phase, or at least it could be if you'd ever return my calls! Admittedly, they are psychic calls, but that's really no excuse to keep standing me up like this. I am prepared to forgive you, though.

Your present is waiting for you whenever you want to drop by...

Heard on a TV commercial last night:

"Forget everything you think you know about slip-covers."

Well, I'll try.

Lenten entries missed:

Nancy proved that even after what, five or six years, it's still possible to make interesting and original self-portraits.

Today's horoscope:
Today your analytical faculties are good and you are drawn toward something new--perhaps a gadget, a movie, or a book.

One year ago today:
The Hugh Jackman shirtless scene, though, was worth the price of admission.

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