thursday january 17 2002    |    11:44 a.m.

it's way too early to be up on a day off. i was at denise's with her and johnny until very late ( or early, depending on how you look at it ) making sushi and playing with the new gamecube. a sketchy phone call woke me up at eleven, and here i am now.

the problem with my disposable income ( even if it's piddly ) is that i want to dispose of it. i just looked at epitonic's top 25 albums of the year, and my eyes got all round and damp and i'm so tempted to do something stupid.

speaking of which, my latest impulse ( but entirely justified ) buys: which mark tuesday as a landmark of sorts:

i finally broke down and got the white album and rubber soul while on a trip to costco with mom. c'mon kids, wholesale prices! anyway, it's high time i treated myself to having "happiness is a warm gun" readily available on the stereo.

but i'm not as shop-happy as i was, say, tuesday morning before getting the news from one of the managers at 9 am. backstory: the place of employment has been working me according to whim for weeks. forty hours if needed, spotty schedule if not, on call essentially always. and since they were going to start hiring new people in january, i talked to the above-mentioned manager about a promotion from part- to full-time, so i could get some benefits for working a full 40 hours. at it sounded like a done thing. but tuesday, the sixth out of my six days in a row opening at 8:30 in the morning, he drops the bomb. business is bad and they don't need me for five days. five. oh, and also, they can't promote me just now, sorry!

ugh. slavedrivers. i need to find another job.

so. what's going on. i am seeing atom and his package on friday with vic. making the best mixtape i've made in a long time. planning a trip to eastern europe this summer, finances permitting. learned to roll sushi last night. on the brink of making resolutions. trying, unsuccessfully i'm sure, not to show excessive interest in a boy at work. maneuvering. not working for five days.

i got johnny a b&n ( shut up, it was cute ) tarot card set for christmas, and it turned out to be pretty nice. so he did a little impromptu reading for me last night, with denise providing a damn good laywoman's interpretation/running commentary, and the thing came out sort of uncanny and really positive. it might all be bullhonky, the hints generic -- but it's damn good generic hintage. ( hintage? this is why i've stopped writing the diarylands lately. )