saturday august 25 2001    |    9:55 p.m.

lazy day today, just how i like it. talked to friends on the phone, listened to yo la tengo, did some laundry, wrote some letters.

my dad came back from the hospital last night finally. the house is full again. its character has changed completely. funny how much one person can alter the space in a room.

this was not fun: i had to give my dad a shot today and i think i almost killed both of us in the attempt. i hate needles. keep me away from them! i was definitely not cut out for medicine.

fritz called a little while ago, and now my sights are set on running off to los angeles to hang out with her. gotta go to work / gotta go to work / gotta get a job

more importantly i need a car. amy and roly are going to life tonight, but they can't give me a ride: they're in the grove having drinks with amy's boy and some friends. patrick and tatiana are supposed to pick me up and meet up with them later: i said why don't we just go to life? i feel like dancing i feel like drinking i feel like mingling in that courtyard. no clubs, he said, and that was that.

he wants to sit and drink and talk. most nights this is fine, but tonight i want to feel not cooped up and sedentary. i want to go. even if it's just to life. and we probably won't be going to the picnic tomorrow, either, if the kids are going to be up and about tonight.

oh blah. just let me complain.