Tuesday, November 28, 2006


I eat when I am not hungry. I do it a lot. I think it's because I am afraid I am missing out on something unless I do it.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Fish and Guests...

It's 5:42am. I'm drinking some coffee, thinking about going to the gym. My parents have been here for one full week as of today. It's been... not the easiest thing in the world to have them here this long. My father woke me up at 4:40am (an hour ago) as he was "quietly" walking past the living room sofa where I, since their arrival, have been nested like a giant gerbil. He was heading into the kitchen area, presumably to start the always glacially quiet process of making the coffee etc. It was going to turn into one of those National Lampoon/"I'm so angry I could spit" moments because I had set the coffee maker to make the coffee so it would be fresh and tasty when I was supposed to awake at 5:30am. Now, what was immediately annoying about my father's early-even-for-him attempt to sneak past me was that last night was the first time in about, hmmm.... two years that I had gotten myself organized enough to program and prepare the coffee maker the night before. And of course, this was the earliest morning by far that he has been awake since they have been here. It just seems like he is programmed to automatically destroy, complicate, and annoy. It may have been his attempt to be "helpful" since I am going back into the office today. I'm not real sure. He may have just been antsy and decided he was going to make some coffee so he had something to do, and Lord knows when you can't sleep, a nice cup of coffee is exactly what you need. From my nest of shredded newspaper and sunflower seed shells I told my father to go back to bed, which he did. Now I am sitting with a cup of automatic coffee, and wondering what it would be like to be one of those people whose parents aren't sonambulist caffeine addicts without enough to do.

It's only going to get more hateful from here on out. They told me they were only going to be here for a week, but in fact, they are here for two more days. More later, I'm sure.

Monday, November 13, 2006

I'm not waiting...

Here I sit, at the cube. Rocking the cube, gleaming the cube, if you will.

My boss is out of the office for the week. Party DOWN!!!

Well, more likely, some dvd watching and too much freetime on my hands to start swirling into the Bell Jar. We'll see what happens. I think this Russian fantasy movie that I have been meaning to watch for months might finally get tackled.

Or, I could use the freetime to write, but God knows that's not going to happen.

Oh kids, where will it all go?

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Junk Food. Junk Food All The Time.

I have a headache.

This is because I had turkey chili for lunch, a few pieces of chocolate, a bowl of cheetos (crunchy, not puffed) and 2 diet cokes. It never seems that gross when you have each thing one at a time, but when you look at it all at once, written down, you get why people say keep a food journal. I mean, Oprah's friend - that lady - she keeps one, so there must be something to it. God help me if I actually try to get one other thing in my life under control. It's enough for me to look at the laundry that sits in the basket day and day out in a corner of my bedroom, taunting me. I think I can say that the laundry may be in fact bullying me. It's incessant, and keeps coming back for more, demanding my time and attention.


One of the execs here just brought over an actor to meet me. The exec in question is from one of the islands of Massachusetts, my homeland. Apparently an actor she was meeting with today is also from Critical Mass, from a town 2 seconds from my own hometown. She brought him over to meet me so we could discuss Masshole matters. He's on a show that's getting a lot of attention, most of which unfortuneately focuses on its imminent demise. It came out in coversation we both worked at the South Shore Music Circus, a local theater in the round for luminaries such as Kenny Rogers and Bill Cosby. Except I was there some years before he was. And that's when it hit me - people about eight years younger than me are on major network shows making a lot of money. And I am old. He was super nice though.

I am old.