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2004-12-10 - 10:56 p.m. meanwhile, in the real world... and for the next thirty minutes, mail will be downloaded... and while we're waiting (in case the laptop crashes and this entry is cut off), for pure genius, I love this and so feel this... anyway, the mail may take longer, and I see the primary mailbox for my website is flooded again... how and why the junk mail creeps get the domain address and therein make it almost useless might matter if I knew how to stop them, but as it is, the 10MB limit for my ISP is filled daily, sometimes quicker, and the rest of the emails sent until I download that 10MB are bounced with the message 'mailbox full'... and since I do not have time to download email every day, this happens more often than I'd like... frustrating... and yesterday was Precious's birthday, but I had to stay at work an extra eight hours, so I was a scraggly zombie by the time evening rolled around and was no help in selecting a restaurant for dinner (as we realized that the selection of good restaurants is extremely thin on this (the east) side of town and Raspy did not want to drive an hour (or more) across town in rush hour traffic)... so we chose a place that was about fifteen minutes away and it was not bad... afterward, we went to Blockbuster (which is on me since I'm the one with the card... we got Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat because that's the next show her school is putting on and we've been listening to my CD of it daily for weeks and she's never seen it and we looked for West Side Story because she's going to do a scene for it for drama and she's not seen that, thought she's read the play in book form, but it was not on DVD and we don't have a VCR) and I picked out The Sound of Music cuz she's never seen that and I think everybody should and she picked out Luther because she wanted to see it... and today Precious is going to wait in line for tickets to see Josh Groban (all part of her birthday gifts)... unfortunately (for me, at least, cuz I'm really into giving gifts and making parties and celebrating), since the bulk of my gift was covering the $500+ cell phone bill she ran up a couple of months ago, the best I could do was sing show songs she likes (and sort of requested) wherever we went (and hum or la la la a lot whenever I couldn't remember the words), which, as you may know, lets everybody within earshot know that we are either celebrating something or got into some really great drugs... I don't think they minded the strange looks too much... and then we watched Joseph... when we got home... I think we were all nodding off by the end, or at least I was, but since she has a 6:30am wake up for a pick up to wait in line for the tickets, sleep was what we all needed... I am still quite groggy (as opposed to groben, I suppose), since I only slept a few hours here in the material bog of the big green chair... but I wanted to jot down an actual life events entry (if only to prove that there is a real life behind the irreverent enigmatic babbling silliness and drama I usually ramble on about behind the candoor, aye?) cuz a girl only turns sixteen once in a life and I, for one, need to wake up and get to continuing the weekend celebrating... tomorrow (which is actually, technically today since I fell asleep and now write this near sunrise the morning after the date at the top, but maybe there's too much playful confusion about time and space and continuums already in this diary so I'll try to be good at least for an entry or paragraph or few), we'll all be celebrating in different places... Precious, after waiting in life for hours to get good seats for the concert, is going to Disney Quest which is a big toy box (several stories tall) of all sorts of video and electronic and high-tech games (lots of virtual reality) that can easily keep a kid active and excited for many hours (I know it works for me)... and I will be going to see a couple of movies with work friends (two of the following three: Closer, Sponge Bob, or Ray... yes, we're an eclectic group), which will probably fill most of the afternoon... not sure what we're doing this evening yet, or if Raspy is joining us... and meanwhile, around the actual living spaces, there is a dire need for clean up (and why should today be any different than any other day... or perhaps I should ask why is this night different from any other night, but I think I've got the wrong holiday season, huh?... or maybe not... my Jewish friends should be laughing now)... the difference is that I have piles of laundry and stuff to clean up in my room this time... I've been caught at work doing overtime more often than planned and doing other things and whenever there was free time, I sent most of it veging in this wonderful chair-trap I've got here with the TV demanding my attention and the laptop helping me distract myself from doing anything procudtive or sensible (like getting back to the gym, perhaps?... ahrem) and so I've been letting the laundry and papers and mail (bills, ah yes, bills are overdue again... I give myself an inquisitive look that almost appears surprised and think... well, they must be) pile up more than usual... there's a plate of pretzles a few feet to my right, along with a couple of bottles of drink (water, green tea, and Code Red) a little closer than that, a tall glass of melted ice that once was a chocolate milk shake over ice, empty chocolate wrappers, a coffee table book called Hippie, a box of raisins, stacks of CDs that are just out of reach (the library says I have 144 items out at the moment) and assorted other stuff... just beyond the folding tables that hold up all the preceding stuff sits my desktop computer and a few boxes of stuff semi-packed (or semi-unpacked, depending on perspective and where we view their existence on the linear time line)... and on my left there's a cluttered four foot table... the clutter there consists of a sloppy stack of bills, the portable CD player that cries out for more use cuz it is my primary link back to the world of music, a couple of books of CDs (the ones copied already), my work bag, and maybe some surprises buried under the stacks of junk mail (no food stuffs though, cuz food stuffs go on the right side of the big green chair cuz the candoor does not foul the desk/office space (or bed space, for that matter) with crumbs or grease or food stuff)... the pinnacle of the table is a CD rack that rises up like a skyscraper, atop of which sits (or stands, actually) my miniature Wacko Warner figure, my MTV space man (yes, your gifts are treasured in high places), and various ticket stubs kept as reminders of movies and plays and concerts and other fund stuff... the assortment is quite random as I don't usually remember to put the stubs up there and they often get tossed in the room wherever they might land)... yes, when I make a mess, it's a semi-organized mess... I suppose I unconsciously sort my trash (and therein everything else) cuz my inner being is into recycling cuz it's the right thing to do for the planet... strange that I decide it is time to describe the living space in a bit more detail now, but I suppose it's only fair to balance the waves of actual reality with the waves of irreverent whatever as I ramble on here... after all, I wouldn't want the enigmatic mind games and irreverent asides and teasings I sprinkle throughout my public web pages to be misunderstood by those of you who care enough to call and actually start getting to know the person who writes the words... you call, you ask, you know what is real... everybody else makes of it as they wish... after all, anything is possible... even cleaning this mess J
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