June 14, 1999. Monday

 
    Do you know what today is?  Today is Tuesday.  That's right.  It's also the LAST Tuesday that I will ever step foot into this office.  Do you know what tomorrow is?  That's right. Tomorrow's the LAST Wednesday I will EVER step foot into this office.  Know what the day after that is?  Again, I'm sure you get the point. That's right. It's my LAST week of work here.  Only three more 6:30 wakeups left.  Glory, Hallelujah.

    So anyway, there was a storm yesterday of Biblical proportions. I haven't seen rain like that in many moons. Very intense. Just as I parked my car at Matt's place, the rain seemed to let up. But the moment I stepped on out of my car I was, the deluge returned.  It was actually sort of amazing that it could be raining that much.  I was quite soaked when I got inside, and it was only about a 50 yard run.  Of course, Matt left his windows open, so naturally his apartment was quite damp. I tried to be a good house-guest, so I cleaned up most of the water in the living room and tried to clean up his room a little. The phone he kept on the window sill got drenched, and for some reason it just kept ringing, like it was trying to notify anyone within earshot that somethine was wrong with it. "Help me! Help me! I'm all wet," the little phone cried. I only wrote that sentence cos I thought it might sound good in a children's story. Say, speaking of children's stories, I put the Bazaar stories back up on the SouthPole Page.  So if you haven't read 'em, what the fuck are you waiting for. Actually, finish this first.  No wait. If you click on the Bazaar link, it'll open a new browser, I think. so you can flip-flop at you leisure. aren't I thoughtful?

    So I think yesterday was the first day that since I've been staying with Matt that I didn't go into Dupont Circle for some reason or another. The weather was too bad, and I've got a reinvigorated interest in Goldeneye on Nintendo 64.  Plus, wrestling was on too.  All in all, it was a restful night. I was perfectly content to sit around and watch wrestling and bad Steven Segal movies.  I was fairly tired, so I decided to go to bed right after wrestling was over. Which I did.  Of course, I wasn't all that tired, even though I was beat the whole day yesterday. So I decided to call Rodzilla for a quick goodnight. Naturally, we ended up talking for over an hour. I didn't get to sleep till almost 1 AM.  mmmmm.... me sleepy...

    It was a god conversation for the most part though.  Some disagreements, some reminiscing, some laughs, some drama. It woulda made a good movie. Well, not really. But those are all characteristics that make a good movie. I suppose when I applied to a late-night conversation in the dark, though, it's not all that exciting.  I really don't care to get into it though. It was kind of confusing and meandering, and trying to think about it and write it down would just be too confusing of an endeavor.

    You know, living with Matt kind of amuses me. I was sitting there eating dinner, and he was reading over this case he has to do for work.  The case had something to do with a women who had botched eye-surgery, and he was looking for some sort of loophole to dismiss the case.  It kinda reminded me of that movie, The Rainmaker, where some insurance company is trying to get out of paying some bills or lawsuits or something. Of course, Matt's case wasn't nearly as grandiose, but it's all I could muster when at the time. That kinda stuff give me a headache.    I was curious enough to ask about the procedure though, and he went on to detail for me the different grounds for dismissal of a case at different stages of the lawsuit. I tried to listen, because I was actually kind of interested.  But after a while, I was more into cataloging the scene instead of understanding what he was saying. It  was a very movie-worthy scene. I was sitting at the end of the table in the corner, and the gray light was glaring of his pale skin and white t-shirt, while he highlighted and gesticulated.  I suddenely felt like a 5-year old kid whose dad was too busy to play catch and decided to spend some "quality time" explaining the particulars of civil lawsuit procedures.  Then I felt like I was playing the girlfriend in some Singles-esque movie, where some girl is asking herself why the hell she's involved with her boyfriend.  I kept having this weird internal monologue where I was pretending to be this girl. I was trying to convince myself at first that he was really smart and bright, and what a good future he has in front of him. Then i started thinkin "Can I really be with someone like this? Can I take this at the table every day? What the hell am I doing?"  I think living in a gay neighborhood is really starting to affect me. But it was still very, very amusing to me, becuase it looked so like it came right out of a Cameron Crowe movie.

    I'm looking for apartments in NY right now. It's mildly depressing. Some people just don't want to rent to "unattached, single people."  I wouldn't say I'm "unattached," but I figured "emotionally attached" wasn't exactly what they were looking for.

    Well, I'm making a conscious move toward brevity. that, and I don't have much to say. But I'll be leaving here in few days and I think after that I won't have the time or means to keep going back and adding things to my writing throughout the day. Funny how, after I leave work, I have less free time to do this shit.

    Hmmmm. I just realized that I forgot to upload this. Isn't my face red...
 
 

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