wandering, wondering.


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my place
13 july 1996
11:24 p.m.
I'm feeling calmer now. Jen showed me this news story she'd taped about a cat that got caught in a phone cord and dialed 911. Of course this happened in Florida (everything weird happens in Florida). I mean, the transcript went exactly like this:
  • Operator: 911?
  • Caller: Meeeeooooow.
  • Operator: (after a pause) Hello?
  • Caller: MeeeEEEOOOW!
The valiant emergency team traced the call and rescued the cat, which was terribly adorable. Cats, if you didn't know, rule. Along with white lab mice and dolphins, they're the most advanced creatures in the universe.

I've just spent the last couple of hours looking at the other online journals I'd found (to think, I once thought I was alone).

I want to feel kinship with these other authors, but so many of them have such rich lives. Parents and wives and people in the midst of the thickest of personal challenges. I got e-mail the other day saying I should "spice up" my diary, and I thought, "If my life were a television show, I'd be canceled by now."

There's deep, personal growth to be found in doing this, I know it. Drama and excitement too. Things are just quiet now. Summer means work, thus less running amok and less guys and generally less sinister fun (that Republican yesterday was the first guy to get my blood boiling for a while, and not very postitively at that).

I figure I have to put back up the tales that got my writing "censored" a while back -- reruns, to boost ratings, you know?

I really shouldn't care about this stuff. My Leo streak coming through again.

Wait a minute -- I think we're in my moon sign now. Better warn my friends.

On a less vain note... I'm going to have lunch with Derek tomorrow. I'll be at the hospital and he has to go to the DOE building across the street (or so he says) so it'll probably be a sandwich from the lunchwagon. After work I'm going to visit my mom and her sister, who just got an internet account and has no idea what she's supposed to do with it.

At least she's not on America OnLine.


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