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Wednesday, February 17th, 1999
| I woke up in a bad mood this morning. I hate it when that happens - it feels like someone out there just isn't giving you a chance to be happy. My sister would love to analyze that. She'd tell me I was REacting instead of ACTing. Yeah, fuck, whatever. When I walked into the bathroom this morning, I managed to knock the toilet seat off entirely. The toilet seat in David's apartment has been detached for I don't know how many months now (and it was loose for I don't know how many before that). If it was something *I* could fix for him, I think I would have, but I can't. Guys don't have to sit down as often, of course, so I'm the one person in the world that this annoys the most. And, this grey morning, it greeted me with a VERY loud crash, boom, clatter. No, I was not sitting when it fell, though that has happened (not to this degree). | ||
| I'm a little testy these days. | ||
| I wrote you all a nice long entry yesterday on some vague details of my relationship with David, but, of course, I'm too chicken to post it without his ok. He's getting his hair cut tonight and will be hanging out with Masha in NYC until late, so I won't be able get his ok until much later. It's terribly ironic, since part of the entry talks about how I should just *DO* what I want to do and not keep worrying about everyone else's reaction. But I just don't want to piss anyone off. | ||
| Did I mention I forgot to get more cokes from home, so this is all pre-caffienated? Hell, I don't think I can EAT without drinking a coke first. What a nasty habit I've gotten into. | ||
| Ok, well, I'm just going to go now. Sorry, guys, I'll get up the back entries soon, but for now, I'm choosing no action at all. | ||