1. Monday, October 14, 2002

    this is my last week at this routine 

    everythings gonna be different next monday. my life is gonna be upside down. everything changes.

    the guys upstairs have decided to give me one of the hardest jobs in the agency.

    i wont have a television at my desk. i wont have two fifteen minute breaks to write to you.

    we’ll be through the looking glass, people.

    true will be false, false will be true.

    i had a spectacular weekend this weekend. i dont even know where to start. and still, somehow i want to change all of that too. anything like that ever happen to you?

    then last night one of my friends called me and told me that he has an extra ticket to see bob dylan on wednesday at the wiltern, but thats my xbi softball night. decisions decisions. floor seats.

    what do you do when your dreams come true?

    resist them moans the wind.

    give in tocks the clocks.

    this week im thinking about not doing the easy stuff like sports and politics and current events but just do entertainment.

    but i do want to write about the angels getting into the world series, so i might have to have an exception, especially if the giants win today.

    f the giants.

    had a hard time getting out of the house this morning. not because it’s foggy and gray and sorta cold. but because i couldnt find my wallet. i can never find my wallet.

    if someone wants to give me something cool for my birthday, find me a way that i can sos my wallet and keys so that they’ll always find me.

    it was in my robe.

    cuz i bought pizza last night in honor of columbus day.

    i have no focus today.

    i dont even know what to say.

    i hope everything goes your way.