Tuesday, December 7, 1999.

 

    Not a whole lot going on.  but I feel obligated to write something.  In deference to Jed's "Daily Papers and Dishes" complaint, I won't go into the details of the ginormous paper that is due tomorrow.
    Speaking of jed, he just stopped by, bearing Arby's.  Which is always good.

    I'm having trouble sleeping lately. I dunknowhy.  I only slept 3 hours on Sunday night, and I was dead tired all of yesterday, but I still didn't fall asleep till well past 3:30 am last night.  I called Rodzilla around 3 since I couldn't sleep, and since it was around 9am over yonder.  but that just got me more wound up.  Plus, my ceiling is leaking, which it shouldn't do since I live on the bottom floor of a 4-story building.  I think it's from the heat. So basically on the rare occasions that the heat is actually on, water drips all night from my room.

    So Rodzilla is getting here in a little over a week.  I've got some prep work to do, a bit of cleaning and scrubbing of the apartment. She also asked me to go to the market to get her some prunes.  i appears, in her time in France, she's developed quite an affinity for prunes.  I find this very odd.  But now she eats them all the time.  i'm getting a bit worried.  It reminds me of the time back in early 1996 when this girl An (short for Andrea, hence the single "n") that lived with Berry and Jen, used to eat raisins all the time.  Sometimes when I'd go over there and Jen and Berry weren't around or ready to go, I'd sit there and watch the Simpsons or All My Children with An and she'd be eating this huge thing of raisins. that was fine by me, since I myself have been known to eat a raisin or two.  But one day I went over, and was like "hey An, where're the raisins."  And she replied "Oh... I can't eat raisins anymore." I don't know if I inquired as to why, but i don't recall what happened after that. i didn't even think it odd, and I didn't think about it again.  then one day Jen or Berry or whoever told me that An was having some sort of problem, because she couldn't eat bananas, her new fruit of choice, anymore.  And I'm all "That's weird, because a few weeks ago she told me she couldn't eat raisins anymore."  apparently, she had eaten so many bananas that she had "potassium sores."  That sounded really freaky and gross, but it's one of the funnier things I've ever heard.  I can't even conceive of eating a fruit to the point where it's detrimental to my health.  what the fuck are potassium sores?  And who eats that much fruit?
 

    Still, she was pretty hot. I thought that was cool.
 
 

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