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Wednesday, September 12, 2001

2:52 am.

Review of the past day:

Received a call informing me of a financial hold on my records and a plane crash.

Received a visit from the same person, coming to take me to pay off my debt.

Walked home in the sweltering heat, wishing for a light, comforting rain.

Took a hot shower, which did not help balance the temperature.

Walked to work , pleasantly surprised by the slight drop in temperature due to a soft breeze.

Clocked in and claimed my spot at one of a number of registers.

Stood for five and a half hours, watching CNN and those watching CNN, all the while ringing up Cokes, T-shirts and books.

Resisted the temptation to ditch work.

Got counted out and upheld record of 0.00 variance.

Left the bookstore, delighting in the soft, soft rain previously asked for.

Met a stranger, a woman who approached me as we walked in the same direction by making a comment about the comfort of the cool rain.

Spoke to the woman, Debbie, about plane crashes and my plans for the future.

Was comforted by her sincere interest and benevolent demeanor.

Made it home -- finally.

Went online and discussed opinion of plane crashes.

Didn't know what to feel.

Went to dinner at Chili's with friends.  Chicken fajita quesadillas, sweet tea.

Borrowed socks that were too big for my feet.

Went bowling.  98, 66

Went to friend's apartment.

Ate ice cream, watched The Simpsons.  Halloween episode -- the one where Bart turns into a fly and Marge eats children.

Watched CNN.

Discussed views.  A lot to say, but still no idea about how to feel.

Returned home.  Found a decent spot, thankfully.

Went online, deciding to record doings so as not to forget.


Friday, September 21, 2001

The best gift a person can give you is to see you and to hear you.

I'm taking a bartending class.  I see it as a small step toward progress,  something new to divert my attention.  There is no one "career" that I can truly see myself dedicating the rest of my life to.  There was a show on PBS or ZDTV or something where this middle-aged man hosting a computer show listed all of the various jobs he had throughout his life.  The names of these jobs had to have scrolled down the monitor for at least 10 seconds -- which is quite impressive in relation to TV time.  I want a 10-second list.

I also started tutoring two elementary school kids.  Kids are funny.

Tuesday, September 25, 2001

I'm so tired of it.  It makes me nauseous just thinking about it.  I give so much of myself and I beg for takers -- to grant futile wishes and pacifiy listless dreams.



                                                                                                           
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