2002-10-09 - 4:22 p.m.

Ain't much happening these days. Trying to be a better worker (tough), a keeper of a cleaner apartment (thankless, necessary work), and still getting used to wearing "coats." The roaches seem to have packed up and moved on along with the hot weather. More likely they've gone underground. Whatever.

Still can't tell if Buddy Glass is a dick or not. We'll have to finish the book to form a better-informed opinion, won't we?

Radiohead's Amnesiac is bullshit, by the way. As if you didn't know. Somebody found a copy of it (along with a bunch of other decent disks in a CD wallet) and gave it to me because they already had the title (but didn't particularly enjoy it either). How long is Yorke & Co. gonna ride the paranoid-whiner schtick? All the way to the sunset? Maybe. I'm sorry, but I don't care how moody it sounds, this poopy Pro Tools shit is just waaay easier to do than write pop songs.

I'm writing really boring copy and it's hard to do because it's boring. It's a bit of a moon language. I'm getting proficient in it. Definitely not up to fluent yet, but I'm OK. Kinda like in that unncessary French lit class I took -- writing those papers in French was just, well, a revelation in the size of my capacity and willingness to procrastinate if the writing somehow makes me uncomfortable. Oh well. There's worse jobs out there.

And there's unemployment, and anorexia. Anorexia? Yup. Vice's "Do's and Dont's" has an anorexic girl in the Dont's and just tears her apart in familiar ironic fashion for being a tub of lard. It's taboo-funny and it's sad. "Why don't they just eat something?" is a bit simplistic, yes.

But even more dangerous, I think, are those pro-anorexic websites. I'm Jackie Harvey on this one, but link and link anyway. Hey girls, here's a community of similar-minded, troubled girls who empower each other enough to embrace anorexia! Got a double-digit weight goal? You're normal here. Put it in your message-board signature while you're at it! Yay "ana"! Whoo "ed"! You go, "mia"! (Read this shit and be repulsed by the cutesy nicknames, the security-blanket-like embrace of seriously dangerous behavior.) And there's no doctors or parents telling you what to do!

Ugh. Scary. Sorry.