2001-02-14 - 21:13:41

Happy Valentine's Day, everybody. When I say "everybody," of course I'm being polite to a certain extent. I really mean "Jessie." But really, everyone have a good Valentine's Day. I already did, because I got to talk to my sweetie at 6:30am, starting my day out all proper-like.

Jessie must have given me a fresh, bloody rabbit's foot of good luck today, because work is somehow going much more smoothly than expected. So much that my boss cut a page from the section I have to turn in "today," thereby slamming it back to normal size. God bless the windbag writers in other parts of the magazine. I myself need only three digits of word-count space in which to bloviate and expound.

Maybe all those packets of that old good New York hot-skinny I've been sending my boss paid off for me in a backhanded way: their raw material was turned into finely crafted technical blurbs that bloated other sections.

Well, one-and-a-half articles down, ditto to go. Not bad for a day's work, eh?

I just found out today that you can put crazy movie and music info into your Diaryland profiles. Thanks a lot, Andrew, make a brother waste even more of his time surfing the Net at work! (I love that kind of shit.) After entering Ted Leo under the favorite muzak section, I find out that the only other person in the whole Land of Diaries with that same peculiar taste is none other than my brother.

Also found out through that fine feature that my boy Karl is on the diary tip as well. He's only got one entry but what an accurate slice of his verbiage, his voice: tristanzara.diaryland.com.

I'm on some gettin-mo-work-done shit, so I better bounce. I'll see YOU rolly-skatin' tonight. Yes, I will be on the sidelines during couples' skate; no, I am not complaining. I'm one lucky sweetdude.