“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Saturday, August 30, 2003

Yep. Things have been going great since the 'last birthday before 30' thing. In fact I've been sleeping like a baby, waking up every two hours and crying...

Why is it that we prize youth the way we do? Hell, I thought I was immune to this shit, and you know, truth be told, I'm dealing with it better than I let on, but it's good for material...

It seems to me that the last birthday we really celebrate in this country is the 21st and this is only because of the drinking age. After that a few are sort of uncomfortably endured and then they are lamented. What happens in countries where they don't have our stifling laws? Do they quit celebrating after they learn to drive? If that's the case then perhaps we're better off for having these stupid liberty-stealing restrictions?

Crap. I'm becoming pretentious in my old age.

Friday, August 29, 2003

Thanks for all the birthday well-wishes. It was indeed a good one, despite my advancing age. My friend Mike drove down from Columbus Ohio and we went to see “Freddy v/s Jason” which I heartily enjoyed. I hail it as the best romantic comedy of the season, tough I’ll warn you, if you’re not a horror fan, or a Freddy or Jason fan, then you likely won’t like it. If you ARE any of those things then it’s a pretty safe bet.

But I’m dealing with being 29. I mean, it’s not like I’m 30 or anything…

So here’s how I’m dealing with it: As some of you know, on New Years Eve 2001/2002 I was clinically dead for a little while. (I got better). And since I was dead I’ve decided that I’m entitled to start counting over. Because of this, I now declare that I’m two years old, and I shall act accordingly.

So wipe my ass and put on cartoons!!! It’s naked time!!!

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

"Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."

-Dante's Inferno

In 15 minutes I turn 29. Pray for me.

So, just to update everyone:

I’m still fighting the insurance company and therefore STILL in need of surgery.

I’m still unable to return to work and also because of possible legal wranglings unable to get unemployment or another job.

I’m about to move into a “unique fixer-upper opportunity” on the corner of Crack and Whore.

I’m still broke.

I still owe money to every hospital and medical supply shop in a three-state radius.

And in two days (Wed, 27) I turn 29.

Where’s my gun?