Friday, April 01, 2005 Oh, look!
It's three in the damn morning, and I have to go to work tomorrow! Jokes on all y'all April Fools, though, because after a couple hours, I get to go home, and shortly thereafter, I get to cross a state line to party. Jealous much? Don't be. No state line one can cross from Maryland takes you anywhere altogether too glamorous.
I'm excited, though. It's nice to get out. My dumb job would take over my brain entirely if I let it, and even as I resist, it creeps in more and more. There is no call for the appointment book to be in my dreams, and yet ojo! (as they used to say in my Spanish textbook to indicate a key point) there it is. Hello, my name is Bartleby. My son is also named Bort.
Can't keep me down on the beauty farm, though: Nowheresville, VA is calling me with its siren song. It's Spring. I'm so excited about Spring. It's strange and pleasant to know that the season is rolling over into a better one, and that I'm going to be in the same place for a while. I don't even know what Spring in Baltimore looks like yet, because I came in at the closing credits last year.
I was trying to get all my tax forms together today, and I realized that last year, I had five jobs in three states, not counting drug studies. That's absolutely ridiculous. It's no way to live. Give me the status quo, or give me death. If I can't stagnate, it's not my revolution.
I'm crazy for repetition, and rituals, and cycles. Jokes get funnier every time I tell them. The swallows return to Crapistrano. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 4/01/2005 02:30:00 AM
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