sunday april 13 2003    |    11:27 p.m.

there's half an hour left of sunday, and i can feel every minute of it.

our fridge died today. francesco noticed that his steaks had thawed out in the freezer, and called me tentatively from the kitchen where, like a good italian, he was cooking his daily pasta lunch. yep, their steaks and homemade pasta, our chicken and frozen veggies had all become poison, dipped in lukewarm ice-tray juice. so today we threw out god knows how much perfectly good food. i salvaged a cucumber, three oranges and some limes. hot damn.

there is drama at work, and of course it directly involves me, trying to fight the good fight. except i don't want to fight anyone, i just want to have my morning café con leche and translate my hearings and take my afternoon bus from the government center and be left alone. why does evil always get in my way? sigh.

there is way too much drama in general to fit my small little life.

brad's getting all these crazy passes and invites from work, so tomorrow we're going to the screening of some film starring, presumably, basquiat (why is this coming to light a million years after his death?), and wednesday some picassos and renoirs from a private collection will be paraded before bleary-eyed, overpaid, upturned-nosed south beachites. picasso at joia! renoir at crobar! it makes me a little queasy where others might be starry-eyed. he's right, i am bitter and jaded.

more from the bitter and jaded front: hung out with papo last night. told me celia + her boy moved to nyc. argh.

well, i suppose i should go. i have twenty minutes to reconcile myself with the idea of monday.