Sunday, September 23, 2001

Cliffs Notes of My Life

What the hell. I managed to somehow off 12 goldfish (Destiny's Fish didn't make it...he just went off to see Neptune a few minutes ago), and now it looks as if my Clown Loach is about to purchase a ticket to Neptune Land. I have had crap success as far as sick fish go, and it looks like this dude isn't going to make it through the night. Kinda sucks because this fish has been with me for many many years. So as you can see, I'm kinda attached.

The summary of this day's events goes something like this: I woke up, I got my hair cut a little too short, I bought fish medication, I went grocery shopping, and went to my brother's hockey game, oh yah, and I cooked some grub. Didn't burn anything down. Yet.

I have to get my life ready for another week of drama, back to work I go. Without doubt, El Jefe will ask me how my weekend was. Save for the night out with Beer Can and World of Curls, The Man Stealer and Buffy, it was uneventful. I need to get out of town, childrens, and that should happen right away before I lose my damn mind. Other news of this weekend pertains to the WTC incident of almost two weeks ago. I am putting myself on a news diet. That is, I am going to restrict the amount of information that I am going to take in via the mainstream news media and print media. This is done partially to erase from my world the information that is so severely slanted and lacking in critical regard. I also have done this in order to avoid the emotional upheavals that I find myself undergoing with each carefully engineered heart-wrenching story and spin of information. My sanity deserves this.

Wow, a fish that swims sideway. That can't possibly be good.

I have a doctor's appointment to keep, and to see what I can do about this raging illness of mine that has taken over the way I'm living. I hate "going back into hiding," as I have been doing lately. Normally I would be fairly open and talk about it, but right now, I'll wait my time and tell you more after my appointment. Cross your fingers.

So at long last, I bring a close to my day. I hope yours has gone well, and if not, I'm sure the morrow will bring you a new change. Take care, and as always, write me if you've got any feedback or comments! I do read your email, and almost always write you back ;-)

Voodoo

posted by Voodoo Child @ 10:30:00 PM