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contours provocations
journal - 2001-0211 - sun 2130 Misadventured, pitiful life; assorted other stuff When last my nimble little fingers typed a journal entry, it was Monday two weeks ago. Since then, life has stumbled along - one misadventure after another. Monday, 01/29 - I was conned out of $40. Wednesday, 01/30 - I had dinner with someone who had answered my personal. It turned out I knew him. The evening was an embarrassment for both of us. Thursday, 02/01 - I found out I'd used up all my sick leave during my episode with the flu. Thursday, 02/01 - I discovered I was following the wrong procedure at work on a project, so I had to start over. Saturday, 02/03 - I had my credit card rejected at lunch. When I got home, I reviewed the statements for all the cards and discovered I was over the limit on two other cards. Saturday, 02/03 - A notice came in the mail with the power bill indicating that charges were going up by 15%. Wednesday, 02/07 - I pulled out my wallet to pay for lunch and found my credit card was missing. Fortunately, I had enough cash to cover the meal. But then I had to go home and report it lost. Friday, 02/09 - I realized I had the start of a new sinus infection, so off to the doctor I went before lunch. $56 for the visit. $40 for meds. Friday, 02/09 - As I got out of the car for lunch, I remembered I was out of antidepressants, so after lunch, it was back to the pharmacy. Friday, 02/09 - Because of the sinus infection, everything at work irritated me. I've started eating at the bar at Hops, the micro-brewery place. Their chicken Ceasar is very good, as is the catch of the day. One day, a customer next to me asked if they had "Bushmill." The barkeep said they did not and never would. He asked why. The barkeep said because it was a protestant beer, and the beverage manager was Irish Catholic. I piped in and queried if that was true. The answer was an affirmative. This week at the bar, I sat across from a man who reminded me of Jude Law in "Mr. Ripley." The same type of profile and blondish hair. And the same type of energy and intensity. He was smoking cigarettes from a round tin. Fascinating to watch. He had that uninhibited grace that such guys have. Once he streached his arms over his head like some lazy cat, and his shirt rose up to his navel. (I read an interview with Jude Law, and he said that the hardest part of playing in "Mr. Ripley" was maintaining the energy level needed for such an extroverted character.) Last Saturday, a friend and I ate out. Every option was packed. We ended up at a small Mexican place whose food was mediocre. But his company is always enjoyable. I think I've figured out the secret to the relationship: we seem to actually listen to each other. I've been in several situations of late in which I was very conscious of how little listening was going on. I've spend a great deal of the weekend more or less hibernating. I didn't really feel sick, but I didn't feel like doing anything. I spent an incredible amount of time farting around with various work-related-computer projects. Nothing very difficult, just very time-consuming. I did buy a book yesterday and Barnes & Noble on hackers and security. SCARY! SCARY! SCARY! The only two programs I went out of my way to watch this weekend were "Jonathan Creek" on BBC America and "Queer as Folk" on Showtime. I've become fond of Jonathan and its plot turns and twists. It manages to present a puzzle, distract you from the solution, and then surprise you. QAF this evening had full-frontal female nudity! Icky! The most novel item was Ted confronting his on-line image ; 6'2", 190#, 4% body fat, 6 x 9. The image even drags him into the cyber chat world to meet all the other cyber images. A special flash of the raincoat to those hardy guys who wrote asking where I was. Much love and big wet kisses to you. PAX!
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