saturday june 14 2003    |    10:56 a.m.

i don't have much for this week. most of it was spent inside the fluorescent-lit office and wondering what the hell i was doing in there. f_______ is stepping down as head to become a contract employee so he can, um, "diversify," and they've offered me his position. a cartoon-me would've had hair standing on end like exclamation points when she heard the news. i've decided to look for a different job on the sly.

what else. let's just lay it all out in one big spill of a paragraph. the nemesis is back, as hateful as ever, and with brand-new purple additions to her already bruise-like wardrobe. heinous. we have a new creole interpreter, and i like her already. she explained the difference between patate and pomme de terre to me the other day. yesterday was friday the 13th, and that morning i was about two feet away from getting run over by a sleek black porsche while i was crossing the street at full run so as not to miss the bus. he swerved in the very nick of time. i screamed and the passengers on the bus stared at me in horror. it was not a terribly comfortable subsequent ride to downtown miami. tomorrow is father's day, and i'm making my dad a photo album for which i have to make my own photo corners, as eckerds isn't cool enough to carry any. my boyfriend made me watch the most awful of movies yesterday, cube, to get back at me for making him watch one of my favorites, the sweet hereafter, the day before. (i think he liked it though, despite its total lack of action sequences.) canada is a treasure trove of good things. f_______ got me planetary, a comic book which is now possibly my all-time favorite.

i am reading rayuela ("hopscotch"), by the argentinean author julio cortázar, or attempting to. the language is so rich and beautiful and charged that i re-read sentences and segments over and over and over, so i'll be with this book for a long time, i think. it's one of my mom's favorite books, one of the books that always travels with her wherever she goes (you know the kind), and she let me borrow it last weekend. the doors have been thrown wide open.

i am using one of the walls of our room as a collage-canvas of sorts. putting up cutouts and things to inspire. it's a work-in-progress, always will be, and it looks so good. i wish i had a digital camera to take a snapshot of it. brad chose a wall for himself, where he's putting up pictures of buildings and design objects and spaces. it's good to see your aspirations surrounding you constantly.

ok. the morning has been spent online. time now for a midday nap before the rest of the saturday is attacked.

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