June 25, 2000.  Sunday
 

 
I don't really feel like writing.  The mind is a blank right now.  I can't think of anything to write.  So I thought this would be the best time to do it, given the convoluted and meandering entries I've entered lately.

    So...  hung out all day with PFC Caryn on Saturday. She came over around noonish, and we did some unispired rockin' out, then strolled along 7th Ave looking for useless crap.  Finally rented the Godfather, which I'd never seen.  I wouldn't have bothered, except Rodzilla kept wanting to see it last time she was here and we never got around to it.  Anyway, I enjoyed it.  By the way, I'm horrible at writing reviews of things.  Anyway, later that evening, I was so very bored that I went out and rented the Godfather Part II.  so I spent 6 hours yesterday watchintg the Godfather movies.  Anyway, around 1am and was about to go to sleep, when Caryn called again, and wanted to see if I wanted to go over to Manhattan, and of course I said no.  So she said she and her friend would come over here and we'd go to Great Lakes.  fine by me.  Nothing better to do.  So they show up at 2:45, and we took a cab there. It was surprisingly crowded for 3am.  So attractive nice girls out too.  But also a lotta weirdos.  Which you might expect at the indie rock bar at 3am.  Caryn's friend seemd nice. I can't remember his name.  Anyhow, lately I enjoy beer in bottles.  Something about summertime I guess.  I like beer outta a bottle, not too cold, almost room temperature.  Anyway, that's my little thought of the moment.

    Spoke with Rodzilla yesterday at her camp at Lake Placid. All is well. She's in charge of arts and crafts.  She was going on and on about how wonderful it was, listing the endless supply of arts supplies she had to play with, like tissue paper and glue and barrels of glitter and markers in every color of the rainbow.  I think she actually said she was in heaven.  For a moment I thought my phone had turned into a magic phone, and I had somehow called a 10-year old Rodzilla .  But she went on about the fan she built out of paper plates and how she made a water-glue glaze that helped the decorative colors run together and whatnot.  It was all kind of absurd to listen to.  And in all honesty, i was kind of jealous.  It's the little things, you know?

    I have a real desire to drive around in my car. When it's summer, and I'm this bored, I'd usually go for a leisurely drive around the country. Listen to music, or bugs or wild animals or cows or something.  I do miss rural Virginia.  I'm hoping to make a trip down in July, job-permitting.  Haven't seen Lexington in a while. I'd like to stop by Charlottesville to, but I don't think there's a lot of time for that. But we'll see.  I wish I woulda done that last month. Que sera.
    So I start work tomorrow.  Even though I've been worrying about getting a job and really needing to work, I'm suddenly filled with regret for squandering the past 2 months doing almost nothing.  I spent the whole time worrying and having little hissy-fits and freaking out that I didn't do much else. And now, I start work tomorrow, and I suddenly feel a tremendous sense of loss, like I'm going to prison or something.  No more afternoon cartoons, or getting up at noon, or 3pm lunches.  No more 4am TV and video games or comic books.  Then again, no more ridiculously empty wallet either.  And maybe something more interesting and aggravation to write about than my usual this.  I
 

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