January 2003

January 1, 2003 (3:15am): Happy New Year. I made grilled cheese sandwiches. January 1, 2003 (3:21am): Good goddamn. Go read my entry on this date last year. Man, was I way off. Geez. My face is red. January 1, 2003 (8:41pm): My nerves feel... I dunno. Jangled, I guess. Upset stomach, blurry vision. Just started a few minutes ago. Strangest thing. It's damn foggy today. Well, I can't really tell. I fell asleep this morning around 5:00, and didn't wake up till around, well, 5:00. So I pretty much missed all the sunshine today. Didn't bother me much, the daytime's not much to see lately, anyway. January 2, 2003 (3:15am): I got really dizzy a moment ago. But it seems to have passed. No. It's still here. I'm just sitting down now. Hmm. If I whip my head left to right and back again, real quick, I'm still dizzy. Oh, and I made some more grilled cheese sandwiches. January 3, 2003 (1:20am): I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, that we could sit simply in that room again / Ten-thousand dollars at the drop of a hat, I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that. January 5, 2003 (11:52pm): Yeah. This year's been pretty dull so far. But then, 2002 wasn't such a blast either. Hrm. I can't imagine much being interesting when I'm just sitting in this house, stuck in the far reaches of the countryside. Anyway... January 10, 2003 (3:32am): The times they are...you know...a-different. January 14, 2003 (8:56pm): So, I was just in the shower, and while I was scrubbing down...the gas went off in my house. No more heat. I'm so cold it hurts. So...pfft. January 14, 2003 (9:15pm): Well, I guess I could take this opportunity to contract pneumonia. That usually leads to something serious. Something to occupy my time. For a while.

January 17, 2003 (3:08am): You know, I started this entry thinking I'd have something interesting to say about the gas being out for a couple days, but... It just doesn't seem interesting to me. And it was just twelve hours ago when it came back on. What the fuck. I know I've hit rock bottom because I just thought, "Man, wouldn't it suck if those two last cans of Coca-Cola weren't already in the fridge? Then I'd have to get the other case from under the table. And I'd have to unpack the cans, and put them in the fridge, and then I'd have to wait for them to get cold. Oh my. And I just couldn't do that. I couldn't get up, open the fridge door, tear open the box, pull out the cans, put them in the fridge..." Yeah. I guess that's some kind of severe depression. Whatever. This sucks. I mean, really. Seriously. Sucks. January 19, 2003 (2:39am): It's so cold. I don't know what's going on. I really don't. I've got a handle on the last and next five minutes, but that's about it, and I'm not really even sure about that. I realize this happens to everyone, and it's just life unrolling itself, but that doesn't mean I have to like it or want to go along with it. Anyway, today I... No. I can't even try to say something interesting or non-depressing. January 25, 2003 (3:22am): So, I went to the ol' International House Of Pancakes (IHOP, for ye merry hip) today. I ordered the International Breakfast something something something with German pancakes. I admit, I didn't actually know what German pancakes would be. To compound my curiosity, they were to be served in "crepe style". That's French. I said to myself, "Whoa. Call the neighbors, I'm getting German style French style pancakes." I pondered. What in the world could be served on German pancakes? I had had the Swedish pancakes before, and that was lingonberry syrup and sweet butter. I thought and thought and just couldn't come up with anything native to Germany that would be served on pancakes. Then the big moment arrived. The server placed the plate before me, and my eyes widened with anticipation and looked upon...lemon. Let me clarify: Not lemon syrup or lemon jam or jelly. The fruit. And not even a whole lemon, which, despite being incredibly stupid as a topping, would still have some kind of cache. Zing, even. No. I got a goddamn lemon wedge. Oh, and sweet butter. But they were throwing that crap around like...I dunno. Stuff you throw around and take for granted. Downhearted, I squeezed the lemon juice onto my German style French style disappointment International Breakfast. And ate some of it, too. January 27, 2003 (1:56am): Snow. Snow everywhere. Snow all over the place. Snow snow snow. Snow, go home. Theodore Roosevelt is my favorite American President.

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