friday december 14 2001    |    12:38 a.m.

as i just explained to him, i barely have enough energy to breathe, much less, you know, type up diarylands, but i suppose i must miss the silly things because, sure enough, here i am again.

things are good as lists. i like lists. i'll make another one.

x tatiana somehow intuited my time of break at work today, and the place where i'd be eating lunch, and she very pleasantly surprised the hell out of me. we guzzled a long island iced tea in about 15 minutes. work was a lot better after that.

x dad's doctor's visit today went extremely well. he's in the best shape he's been since . . . i don't know, it's been years and years. i don't know who or what to thank anymore.

x business lead manager boy (let's just call him businessboy herein), who has been weird with me for weeks, snapped out of it today. he was all playful, and then as i was leaving to go home at night he came outside and for the first time we sat and had a cigarette and talked together. i had two cigarettes with kevin yesterday during our coinciding breaks, and kim from the café has taken to borrowing my udf lighter ( it's the cow print attraction ). the point is i am finally getting to smoke break status with the people i like at work. which is supercool.

x neither of the bitch managers worked today. yay! incidentally, both of the bitch managers are male. mmm-hmmm.

x i totally worked these two non-english-speaking venezuelan men today. somehow i talked them into buying a membership card they'll probably never use. they deserved it though! they were both teetering on the edge of fifty and talking shit about qué ojos rasgdos más bonitos to a b&n cashier girl ( moi ). so what-eva. ( cog in the evil corporate machine! cog in the evil corporate machine! )

x christina the ruby tuesday's girl is my hookup. yesterday i got free coffee and today i got a full meal ( drink / salad / sandwich & fries ) for six bucks. she gets fat tips and my employee discount. and we chat.

x the man from london today. woo-ee. he wasn't jamie-oliver-looking particularly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, forget it. if he hadn't told me he was flying back tomorrow, i might've said something stupid. well, that, and he was really intent on finding out the release date of a sci-fi book for god's sake. but it's ok. i made him talk.

x yesterday at work i got:

               • bee season by myla goldberg
               • the wire magazine from manchester
               • a café au lait to go

x the above with my own money ( hooray! ) while i waited for my mom to get out of work and pick me up. i knew it would be a while. anyway, one of the best pieces of music journalism in recent memory -- mainly because both the subject & interviewer were interesting and intelligent and eloquent, which is rare -- on jim o'rourke. in fact this magazine made me want to throw my old issues of magnet in the toilet and flush once and never look back. and to rethink charles ives.

x christmas is in two weeks! we still need a xmas tree and mulberry candles. yes: NEED.

x i got a letter from jules.

x ( unrelated ) i got a land mail art object.

x a band i am trying to book has not gotten back to me. next week when i have three days off i will launch into no-holds-barred harassment mode.

x i also got the cutest christmas cards ever. EVER. seriously. just wait till you get one. thank you, place-of-work.

x aramis wants my phone number ( for bidness things presumably). he asked ed and ed told me. can i get a what-what?

x ooook. it's obviously well past my bedtime.

x either that or i am in serious timbaland & magoo withdrawal.

x i have all these cuts on my legs from obstacles in my bedroom. time to move the crates of stuff somewhere. OUT.

x i listened to let it be-the-record all this morning. yum. sigh.