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The cold seems to be mostly over with. I've been all screwed up on DayQuil for the past couple of days, and it dawned on me eventually that it was the DayQuil making me all jittery and jaw-clenchy and tense. Who knew?

Yesterday, in a rare bout of generosity, I took my housemates out to dinner. That was pretty fun, actually. We ate crab and sushi and stuff. Yum tasty. I think I inherited my mom's love for feeding people. After fooding, we had an exciting romp down Market St. seeking electronic components. I wound up buying some DVDs and one of those cool spiky UBO lightbulbs and some socks. I always feel so guilty when I buy clever, wacky, fun items. Like everything I purchase should have immediate constructive use or support a cause. In a sense, everyone is a consumer, right? Right?

I've been reading up on elly's diaryland journal entries, and I came across this entry and I really identified with what she said about being optimistic. "...being an optimist implies expectations. having expectations implies disappointment." I really admire elly's journal writing style.


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Sep. 22nd, 2001 06:29 am (UTC)
I think pessimists have expectations too-- they expect to be disappointed.

please live near me and feed me sushi too! please? :)
Sep. 22nd, 2001 12:32 pm (UTC)
Sushi BoatS!
You should come a-visitin' here in SF someday. I could take you to the sushi boat place.

Sep. 22nd, 2001 06:48 am (UTC)
What about ME? Where is the love and adoration and gifts for ME? I swear, being your friend has to pay off SOMEHOW. YOU INHUMAN BASTARD!

Oh, wait. I forgot, you're only my friend so I can prescribe scheduled medications for you. HERE COMES THE XANAX!
Sep. 22nd, 2001 12:30 pm (UTC)
Yay, Xanax!
Jeez man... The money hasn't even actually become available yet, you greedy freak! I keep finding letters I start writing to you, these huge heroic letters that never get finished and then get misplaced. Doesn't that count for anything? Huh?

I was thinking of visiting Chicago again sometime. I kind of don't really want to fly, though. I am paranoid what with all the terror and the death.

You know, you're probably one of my best friends.
Sep. 22nd, 2001 02:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Yay, Xanax!
It is to being dorkness while drink much caffeine goodness and sleepingness of very little. It is very tired and busy. Preas to accepting apology. It is to loving you muchly as well.

(Send me a letter, damn it! I sent you that box of toys, doesn't that count? Err.)

Preas to visiting soon!
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