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Retro-retrospection - 2008-10-06
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11:21 a.m. - 2003-06-13
It's getting harder and harder to write. First, I'm writing sans cigarettes and the process is torturous. Second, I am premenstrual. Usually this is good for a rant or three, but currently I'm in that phase where every nerve in my body is thrumming and if someone sneezes within a 10 mile radius I flinch and twitch. Noises of ANY kind do this. Breathing, for instance. Mike wasn't even snoring last night and I kept nudging him and muttering, "Cut it out." Cut WHAT out? Being alive? Third, nothing is going on. Nothing new anyhow. Okay, Alex took his final final and aside from some ceremonial stuff is now out of school forever. College is voluntary. If he wanted to he could never step foot in a classroom again and no one would care. No truant officers. No Social Services sniffing around to see why he's not at school. Done. Over. Finished. He's officially educated. Is he all growed up? Not in my eyes his isn't. Left on his own this kid would last about 36 hours. By then he'd have eaten everything (including the pet food, if not the actual pets) and his computer would be seized up from over excessive downloading of porn and video game crap. At that point he’d just sit in my computer chair and stay there until he tumbled over dead. Ambition. Forethought. Follow-through. Employment. None of these has any gestalt for my firstborn. Fourth, it’s raining. It has not stopped raining for more than 12 hours since late April. Before that it was too cold for rain, so it snowed. Used to be I liked rainy days. I was even okay with a few rainy days in a row. But 10 WEEKS of rain? Nope. Nuh huh. Can’t do it. Let them web footed people out in the PNW enjoy themselves, but here in NY if I don’t see some clear sky soon I’m going to do a damage. Just what I’ll do is undecided, but beating a weatherman into a pulp sounds pretty good. I know weathermen are not at fault, they just announce the weather, not make it...BUT I DON’T CARE! The weather guy is a handy target and I’m sure my fellow soggy and mossy NYers would understand and exonerate me. Grump. Grump. Grump. No Pick today. Amuse your own self for once.
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