Identity Shifting Beneath Me

[Still trying to get used to being online for only an hour or so a few days a week. When I was at my job, it was so easy just to leave the connection open all day and just check e-mail, other blogs, the news (ah, Huntington subconsciously reveals his cyberpriorities), etc. whenever I got bored. Now, besides being busy studying (well, I am, already!), I find it an effort to go into the bedroom, turn on the verdammt Machine, get on the Internet ("I'll meet you in the streets"), and cruise around. Can I still call myself an online enthusiast, much less diarist? My identity is shifting like quicksand beneath my feet!]

[Compensation: after only one class, I LOVE law school! Violet said - wait, hold on. How sick are my friends and family of my beginning sentences with the phrase "Violet says...?" Very sick. She and I started talking almost two years ago about how much we'd enjoy sitting in a classroom of likeminded individuals, hashing out legal and political issues both esoteric and immediate. She's a year ahead of me at New College, and never let up on me: this is where I belonged, she said. And she was right. Keeping up on the reading's gonna be a constant struggle, relying on just one written final exam for each course's grade is stressful, but if even a bare majority of classes are as delightful as yesterday's Criminal Law, I think I'm really gonna like it here.]

[Of course, I was awake at 4:30 this morning stressing about money, for the first time since I left UCSB. Ah, the return of the 4:30 a.m. stress attacks. Great...]

[A quiver of queers-without-HBO descended on John and me Sunday night to watch Madonna's Drowned World Tour broadcast. (Is it a broadcast if it's on cable?) It was beautifully done, but I can't say I'm sorry I didn't pay many dollars to sit in what no doubt would have been nosebleed seats to try to pick out the little bleached, middle-aged speck soaring thru the air a la Crouching Tiger, and strumming on a couple of different guitars. They made a big deal on the pre-show of M-word only recently learning to play guitar; funny, didn't she have some experience with that instrument back in her early days in NYC? That hideous TV movie from a few years back indicated so. Biggest surprise: her singing wasn't SO bad. Same thing I said about Belinda Carlisle (also 43 this month) earlier in the week after seeing the You-Know-Who-Who's at the Warfield.]

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