Yesterday morning I slept until 1p, which would have been fine but for the fact that Mom was calling me at noon, so I shamefacedly dialed her number.

"I have no daughter!"
"Sorry!"
"Where were you?!"
"Sleeping."
"You know, if you have a boyfriend and you were at his house and you were rushing home for my phone call and you couldn't make it in time, I won't mind!"
"Sorry..."
"Really, I'd be glad!"
"...just sleeping!"

I got a new lava lamp Saturday, since the one that Cynthia had gotten for me for my birthday broke after about four days, which is better than after forty days, at least it's easier to return. The spring inside suddenly sproinged all up and tangled with the wax, you see, it was really quite startling!

On the box it's called "Peace Motion Lamp" which leads me to believe that "Lava Lamp" must be trademarked. The one that stopped working was a "Disco Motion Peace Lamp", so clearly it was the disco motion that made it too intense for it to continue living, hopefully just peace alone will make it easier to keep its spring unsprung.

The first one was red wax in clear oil, this one is green wax in blueish oil, which is much prettier. Will I go through all of the colour combinations, I wonder? I keep thinking, who on earth thought of this? They had to have been high, because no-one straight would ever think that a combination of wax, oil and a lightbulb in a glass would be the ideal decoration for one's living room. Or rather, I suppose, one's pad. Because with the addition of a lava lamp, any apartment automatically becomes a pad.

The Lord God King of Accounting has one in his office, so I guess that's a pad now as well! Groovy.

In the supermarket the other day, they started playing "Cruel to be Kind", a song that hadn't crossed my mind for probably ten years if not longer, and I opened my mouth and every word of the song just came spilling out of my head.

"You've gotta be cruel to be kind, in the right measure,
Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign,
Cruel to be kind, means that I love you,
Baby, you've got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kiiiind..."

It was like in Field of Dreams when James Earl Jones says to Kevin Costner, "Are you from the 60's?" I felt like someone was going to turn to me and say, "Are you from the 80's?" but instead of spraying me with Flit, they would, I don't know, bop me over the head with a lime green tennis shoe.

I didn't even know that I was from the 80's, but I guess I am, because song lyrics don't lie. I was 15 through 26 in that decade, so I guess it's the one that formed me the most. And you can really only figure out what your decade is twenty years later, I know it wasn't the 70's, I was too little, but I was hoping for the 90's, the fact that it's the 80's is fairly horrifying to me! The 80's was all big hair and shoulders and fucking Ronald Reagan, I don't want that!

On the other hand, it was also Laurie Anderson and Fast Times at Ridgemont High and Wiseguy, not to mention growing up and moving to New York and becoming myself, so maybe it's not really all that bad to be from there after all.

I was going to catch up on those unwritten entries of mine, but I realized that some of the notes I had sent to myself weren't actually in my in box, so I decided to go into the city to my office and re-send it to myself.

I set foot into the city, and decided that it would be silly to turn right around and go back home, so I decided to go to the movies.

I figured with the Oscars coming up, I should see one of the nominated films that I haven't seen yet, so I decided to see Monster's Ball. I actually am somewhat startled that I hadn't seen it yet, considering how much I love Billy Bob, but 'twas true.

And 'twas great! What a wonderful, heartbreaking movie. So sad, though the audience was laughing at alot of things while I sat there with tears rolling down my face, and really great performances. Billy Bob was completely robbed, and Halle Berry was extremely good, and I loved the kid, but the big surprise was ol' Puff Daddy! He was really good, and not in a non-actor performing dog kind of way, but in a real way.

In fact, in his first scene, when he is saying goodbye to his son before his execution and he says, "I'm gonna call you, you wait by the phone," it was so simple and heartfelt that I just burst into tears and didn't stop for most of the next two hours.

The only thing I didn't particularly care for was this couple in the front row with me who had brought their three year old daughter. Now I'm not one to talk about kids seeing things that are too adult for them, because I saw everything when I was a kid, but this is when I was around eight years old, not three. I don't think she spoke English, but the visual images were really too strong for her.

She didn't appear to mind much, but to tell you the truth, it really was pretty distracting to hear this little flute-like voice piping away while Puff Daddy was being electrocuted or while Heath Ledger was fucking a whore from behind in a motel room.

It's probably just me.

Today's horoscope:
Pace yourself. You've been pushing really hard and need a break. Don't overload yourself.

One year ago today:
And that was the third thing that happened that made me believe that something is looking out for me, because I just wander around, staring at the sky and drooling, and something nudges me gently in the correct direction, herding me through my life, because by myself I would just drown in the rain.

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