8.8.00 - 02:01:22
I'm so busy I can't breathe. It's not the good kind of busy anymore either. It's the I've Overloaded Myself kind of busy that goes hand in hand with some queer emptiness I'm trying to fill (I swear to God, if you say, "Have a freakin' baby, already," I'll personally hunt you down force you to watch endless episodes of Blues Clues and sing you Barney songs until you puke). I said in my last entry that something's got to go, and it looks like this journal went.
But I don't want that to happen! I enjoy this! I like you! The problem is, I enjoy all of it. Would someone please send me one million dollars so I can quit work and do the things I was meant to do? Like eat pizza and watch Survivor? Seriously, I need someone to fund my fun. My day job just leaves me no time for Italian and Greek Tragedies and Pilates and guitar classes and writing in here and reading Coetzee and Kaminer. Godammit.com! The problem is, someone would have to fork over a significant amount of cash. I can't do like the "popular" journals and have all my readers chip in 25 cents via PayPal. I'd end up with just enough for a load and a beer at the LaunderBar.
One quick thing before I go hang myself. I did have time to cross a picket line last Saturday on my way to class.
They were chanting, they were singing, they were hanging Alderman Schulter in effigy. But I didn't care, you see. I walked right through them, pushed and shoved my way into the establishment that angered so many of my "neighbors". I call them "neighbors" because not a one of them looked Mexican or German. Dressed in their Gap Khakis and doo rags, they looked remarkably like bussed in well-to-do college students, jealous of the sixties and with too much time on their hands. Hardly convincing in their protest.
Dammit, I wanted a mocha frappucino. I wanted it so badly that I barreled through a sea of twenty somethings carrying signs like, "Starbucks is bad for the neighborhood" and "We Hate Starbucks" and "Starbucks Sucks".
I just don't get it. How is Starbucks bad for my neighborhood? I haven't noticed any urban blight since they arrived. Local coffee shops remain open and packed. I really saw no reason why I should be deprived of my refreshing beverage. (I'll give you a rebuttal on Sunday as a sort of "guest entry". Her No Latte Manifesto is a wonder to behold.)
Anyway, Shay's in town this weekend, thank God. If anyone can ground me, she can. Plus I get to stay in a nice hotel for a couple of days with her and play in Chicago. Really play. I can't wait.
