March 23, 1999. Tuesday
The day
is passing pretty quickly. I've been trying to take advantage of
the fact that I have health insurance by attempting to schedule various
overdue doctor's appointments, but I've had no luck. I'm trying to
save money by staying within the doctors that are listed in my little book
of doctors on my plan. My teeth are in a near-constant state of decay,
so that's got top priority. Unfortunately, every doctor listed as
a "dentist" is not a dentist. In fact, no one is. I've called every one,
and they're more along the lines of oral surgeons. So it looks like
I gotta wait till i need a root canal or something before I can get an
appointment with these people. I've had 'em before, and it's really
not that bad. I mean, i'd rather just remove the nerve and be done
with it. I've had too many teeth that needed two or three fillings. Now,
I don't wanna give the impression that I'm some sorta junk food eatin',
cola drinking, disguting no-brushing sugar fiend. Granted, most of
that's true, but i do attempt to practice good oral hygiene. Unfortunately,
like most things I do, it's a half-ass attempt at best. Sure, I'll
brush, but it's mostly going through the motions to get that taste outta
my mouth.
So this
is the source of my major aggravations this morning. That, and the
5 stops on 5 floors that I had to wait through on the elevator this morning.
The smell was unbearable. All these woman trying to find husbands wearing
various hideous perfumes. I'm sure they're pretty terrible on their
own, but combined the effect is nearly lethal. Definitely offensive.
It's such a cheap smelling odor. And they're convered in it.
And they disgust me. It turns them from women into lumbering, dumb,
vile creatures. Granted, it takes more than perfume to complete such
a transformation, but it's a good start.
So I've
been reading some online journals lately, and I have a few thoughts on
that. I beginning to think that the majority of online journal keepers
are largely dissatisfied with their lives. Or at least would rather
be doing something else. This gives me a lot of faith in humanity.
The fact that not all of the people I see on the street aren't the drones
that I take them for kinda makes me feel a little better. There's
probably a few houndred people out there writing online, and if you take
that as a representative cross-section of the population, a lot of people
I think would rather be doing something else. I think the majority of the
people who write online have some creative spirit that has no other outlet.
I'm sure everyone of them would love the opportunity to write a book or
movie or something. But with the daily drugery of a job and traffic
and other aggravations, there's not much time left for anything else.
That's the way it is for me, anyway. So I plop down my random thoughts
here, in a hope that someday I'll be able to read through and harvest some
little nuggets of ideas and do something a little more substantial.
But in the meantime, the most I can muster is coming up with eye-pleasing
color schemes. My comuter screen alone adds a little something to
this dreary office. How sad.
Another
thing aggravating me this morning is Ticketmaster. I can't believe
that I have to pay almost 25% in service charges. I have to buy 5
tickets for this show on Friday, so that's about an extra 20 bucks I gotta
shell out. It's not like that's a ton of money, but it really, really
pisses me off that I'm being gouged like that. I mean, I'll get the money
back from the people that I'm buying them for, but it still pisses me off.
I'm gonna stop, cos if i write about this anymore I won't even wanna go
to the show.
By
if Berry tries to make me watch fucking Ally McBeal one more time...
Yesterday's was particularly
offensive. For some reason Fox is running "behind the scenes" episodes
of their sitcoms this week, where we get to see the casts talk about each
other and how great they think the other people on the show are and the
inner turmoils of their complex, interesting characters. Interesting
my ass...
I'm not feeling entirely
too motivated today. Don't feel much like doing much of anything.
When you're
bored and tired of movin',
And would
rather be home, in bed and a' snoozin',
Think of the
many little things you can do
To pass away
time and make money too.
You can get
a good job with minimum work
And be in
an office and work for a jerk
I myself have
my own daily tasks
Like answering
the dumb questions I'm so often asked.
But I s'pose
i should be grateful,( for my good fortune)
Workin' for
the Navy, (Iraq, it's a' torchin'!)
But I'm often
bothered by thier morals (quite a bit)
But as long
as they pay me... I don't care.
By the way, on Saturday
night, I heard the "There once was a man from Nantucket..." limerick for
the first time. I never even wondered what the whole poem was, even
though i'd heard it so many times. Boy, is my face red...
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