2004-06-11..4:20 p.m.

I have had either the Ramones or Franz Ferdinand stuck in my head all day. I woke up thinking I want to be sedated and I�m now comparing myself to Jacqueline at 17 working at a desk. Sigh. It�s troublesome. I still want to be sedated mind you. This week was one heavy mother. And the weekend is just looming like a Big Heap Pile-up of no sleep and too much fun. (�O Boohoo, poor little party girl and her overabundance of party choice.� I hear you, and would too scoff in my general direction if I weren�t so shagweary and lacking in will power.)

Am dooring the Betsey tonight with Matthew which will be lovely. We�ve had a good past few days of hanging out and playing pool and teasing each other without being too overtly crossing any lines. [I got asked yesterday if we were an �item�.. I said no.] I suck at pool though. If I made notes to self and remembered them, I would note to self that I practice more and learn to effectively kick his ass. He�s too damn good. The fairness is not there.

Saturday I�m dooring at the Betsey again, this time with the MC. This too will be fun. The Pact of Platonomy burst and has remained untouched ever since. It�s delicious. Decadent and divine. What makes it even better is that the talking hasn�t stopped. Not in the slightest,

This morning when I dragged myself to work from the MCs I noticed AGAIN the smell of the intersection at Market Road and Caledonian. I pass through this crossroads several times a week and it smells. Sweet and orange and sickly. Like Fanta, or Orange Tango. It's really very odd.

Also on my way to work this morning i passed a bird with rumbled feathers. I couldn't tell if it was a baby shedding it's down and growing proper flying feathers, or if it had broken a wing. Which ever way, it looked awfully forlorn.

Right. Franz and the Ramones are about to have a face off, and that�s my cue to leave. Weekend yourself well.

****meep