dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- off to see the wizard It seems I have nothing to do at work today until the market closes. My boss handed me The Wall Street Journal and I read the whole damn thing. Me. I read that thing. I feel sick to my stomach now. I read about how doctors are over prescribing Paxil to children and our lovely government has approved building a bunch of nuclear reactors. All the news was depressing, even the story about Care Bears and Strawberry Shortcake. I hate hearing about how they sit around big wooden tables and discuss how they should market to kids. Despite this I’m in a better mood thanks to sweet guestbookiness from nice people. Y’all deserve candy and flowers and puppy cuddling. I’m trying to think of creative ways to come up with money for Pride this weekend. The theme this year is “Lions and Tiger and Queers, Oh My!” which might just be the happiest theme ever. I will need to have money for booze and sustenance. I wonder if Powell’s will take all the books they wouldn’t buy before? I have a scheme for making money by buying groceries for people, but I might have used up all my contacts for that one. Hmmm…maybe a lemonade stand? I’m just going to have to suck it up and pack a lunch. The kid also starts Rock-n-Roll Camp next week. Go check it out and see what she will be doing there. I’m jealous. She is going to have the greatest time. I’m hoping to get off early all next week so I can sneak in and watch what’s going on. I’m cheering up. I really am. I know things are only as bad as I believe them to be and I just need to shake off the icky feeling and keep moving forward. Everything is going to be ok, right? Right.
12:02 p.m. - June 11, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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