L'Oignon, C'est Vrai

[Ha ha! (Via my dear chum Violet.)]

[Except, you know...yeah.]

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[Maybe the pills are giving me auditory hallucinations, though: I was sitting here alone at work just now, having given Boss-Man my cold and Charlotte and the Dog Bruno being gone on an appointment, when I saw a UPS truck pull up. The driver was 6'5 at least, black, bulky, and moving briskly because it's COLD here, colder than we pantywaist San Franciscans are used to. He knocked on the door and I let him in. As he handed me an envelope, I swear he said, "Whussup, Baby Doll?"]

[One's occasional UPS driver fantasies weren't fulfilled, in case you were wondering. He walked right out again. But try as I might, I can't think what his actual words might have been.]

[Do you think I should answer the phone that way the next time it rings?]

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[Passed out on cherry-flavored elixirs last night, I didn't hear my cell's very loud text chirp as it sounded right next to my ear at 12:54 a.m. A certain occasional diversion is back in town from Portland. I now have a reason to get over this horrendous, snotty cold.]

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[Finished Emma last night at some point before surrendering to Nyquil's sweet oblivion. Next up...oh, OK, I guess I'll finish The House of Mirth. Certain parties seem to be annoyed that I exchanged Miss Bart for Miss Woodhouse. Certain Parties should also remember that I read Tama Janowitz's modern, truly inferior take on Mirth years back, and saw the estimable movie version with the seemingly underemployed Gillian Anderson before that. (Gillian's in The Last King of Scotland; huh.) I did get about a third of the way into Mirth before the holidays when I realized I was identifying too closely with Lily, and had to put it down.]

[However, about a week ago, as I was walking home from work, I had...not an epiphany, it wasn't anything like a bolt from the blue. I simply thought, "Things are going to be OK." The epiphany came when I realized that this was the first time I'd had a thought along those lines in a very long time. Since nothing has materially changed in my life, I can only attribute the alteration to pharmacology. So, while not wholly mirthful (ande who expects that?), maybe I'm ready for Mirth]

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[Sean gave me the number to a friend of his who's looking for a housemate in the mid-Haight. That'd put me near Sean, a few other friends, the writer's studio should I choose to re-up, and a long, long bus ride to-and-from the current job. Something to think about, from several angles.]

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[This weekend: recovery, Notes on a Scandal, maybe The House of Mirth, and The Portland Diversion. Off we go...]

Previously Next

[Later (11:45 a.m.): Charlotte and the Dog Bruno trouped in a little while ago. Char is lunching on reheated La Victoria refried beans, sour cream, and Santitas tortilla chips as Bruno looks on hungrily.]

[She: I told you I used to eat refried beans for breakfast when I was kid, right?]

[Me (grossed out by the thought of refritos on any occasion): Uh-huh.]

[She: Except I used to eat them with Saltine crackers.]

[Me: God, you really did grow up in San Diego, didn't you?]