It's been an uneventful few days.  But let's review them anyway, shall we?

    Well, I've spent the last few days extremely drowsy.  Monday, I had a meeting with my professor to discuss my complete lack of writing ability. Tuesday, I got back my horrible review of Boys Don't Cry, which confirmed my complete lack of writing ability.  Today, I did nothing about it.

    Instead, I went over to Jen's pad in the Financial District, then went shopping for some new clothes.  It was a mostly fruitless endeavor.  Jen was apalled by what we found in the stores.  She saw a definite trend toward a retro, ugly 80's fashion sense.  There were many items of clothing with superflous zippers and buttons, and a few things that looked like they came out of Michael Jackson video, circa "Thriller."  Admittedly, we were shopping in TJ Maxx and Filene's Basement, so I guess that's what you trade for cheap clothes.  The main problem with all the clothes I saw today was a combination of being too shiny and/or too billowy.  I don't know when this shiny business started.  But it's very annoying.  So we went back to lower Manhattan, where we walked around a bit, till we found ourselves in the Fulton area, near some highrise housing projects.  Jen commented that all that was there was "shoestores and babyclothes."  I hadn't noticed, but it made a lot of sense when she mentioned it, given our surroundings.  I had a hearty laugh at that one.

    Jen almost got hit by a big delivery truck north of Union Square today.  Neither of us was paying particular attention as we waited to cross the street, and I looked up just in time to see this big white truck pulling into the curb that we were standing in front of.  I pulled her back when the truck's big side mirror was about 9 inches from her face.  I think i swore something at the driver, and he yelled back something I didn't make out.  But it didn't sound like an apology.  Fucker.

    I was scheduled to go out with PFC Caryn tonight, but she never called, and I never called to check.  so that leaves me feeling like I didn't do much today, even though I spent all day walking around the city.  But that was just to kill time.  Going out was the main event. Since that never happened, I feel somewhat empty.  Not really "empty," but just feeling like a lethargic slug.  I've been having that feeling a lot lately.

    I shipped out a money order today, to pay for my first auction win on eBay.  Now I'm somewhat obsessed with eBay.  I'm also nervous about another auction I won, and I haven't sent out the money. The guy is in Arkansas, which makes me immediately suspicious.  And the "office" number he gave me turned out to be a mobile phone.  And I checked the address on Mapquest, and the street doesn't exist. Or at least Mapquest couldn't find it.  of course, if indeed the address didn't exist, i guess he'd never receive the payment.  I'm just extremely paranoid.

    I'm going to France two weeks from tomorrow. I've been looking forward to it for months.  My ticket arrived yesterday, so it's official.  Maybe it'll help my sleeping pattern.  I seem to be operation on Greenwich Mean Time anyway.  "Zulu" time as they called it at my former place of employment at the Navy installation.  wait, I'm actually operation on Alaska time I think.  I don't fall asleep till 4 am, and sleep till noon.  Shit, going to France will fuck me up even more.
Well, i'm sure this was as boring to read as it was for me to write.  If you got this far. If so, Hey! how ya doing?
you know, you could always email me and let me know.

And you can always check out one year ago.
 

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