saturday september 8 2001 | 2:23 a.m.
• my stomach lining. i think i did some permanent damage on wednesday night. i was fine at patrick's with all the beer and that bounce-the-quarter-into-the-cups game, but then the goldschlager was produced from the refrigerator and oh, believe me, it was all downhill from there. somehow i managed to keep right on truckin' to our regular bar, where patrick and some random boy who incidentally lives in my building bought me more and more drinks. and right on through some heated political smack-talk with patrick, todd the bartender, and a different random boy who also incidentally lives in my building.
the next morning my body was less than amused, and actively rejected anything i tried to give it (including water), or had given it already the night before. still today it was a little rough to choke down food. eek. my tolerance seems to have suffered without practice this summer.
• my mother is taking me out to the library tomorrow morning. this is my Big Weekend Outing, folks! all sarcasm aside, i'm really excited. i have a long list of books i want to read; they're all relatively recent, and i just checked out the library catalog, and it turns out that all of them are stocked and most of them available! woo good reads! also, i am getting my online catalog pin number tomorrow, so if you have book recommendations for me, now would be a really good time to let me know: hold button, here i come!
• today, to get my dad at least a tiny bit psyched about leaving the bed and rejoining the living for a few hours, i popped in a bunch of his zarzuela cds on the stereo. he was grinning and singing and telling me the storylines and playing dj in no time. and i mean grinning, shiny-eyed and everything. i can't remember the last time i saw him like that. we had a good good afternoon. singing the verbena de la paloma and marina was worth more, i think, than a day of physical therapy, shots, and pills. i hate to quote mötley crüe, and the john corabi incarnation at that, but i have to say: power to the music, indeed.
• ok, ok, i happen to own the john corabi album, and it's pretty damn good. and what. or i thought so in 1994, or whenever the thing came out.
• i finally saw the fatboy slim video with christopher walken busting some very slick moves in an empty hotel. i'm no fan of the music, but mister walken was wow. add one to the celebrity fucklist. fabulous. brilliant.
anyway. enough for tonight. shoddy attempt at an update, but heartfelt at least. yeah.
