2001-06-27 || 11:42 a.m.

|| wednesday wedding day takes a turn for wednesday iwanttogotobed day. ||

hem. well. this is the kind of day the cosmic powers have decided to bestow upon me: 1. my socks won't stay up. i have to stop in midstride, in the middle of the street, while waiting for money from the atm, to pull them up in a very unladylike fashion. 2. it is 11:45 and i have spent an approximate $12.45 on parking this morning. i have never driven in to work here, the lovely 52L/equally lovely dutiful generous sleepy boyfriend have always whisked me to and from bancroft street, but this morning it just seemed so much easier to do my part to clog the streets and drive. berkeley doesn't like cars. there are 2-hour parking spots and uc permit only parking lots and no secret free parking shangri-las. i parked in the behemoth orange parking garage. complete with parking and traffic officer golf cart gangs. the ticket machine is evil. gives me susan b anthony coins as change for my five and then won't take them. wipes out my running total of money when i try to add more. mysteriously forgets that i have just fed it a five dollar bill and spits out a receipt that says i have only two hours of paid time. i have five and a half hours to go. i will not buy lunch today. 3. i am a zombie. driving over to oakland at midnight in the foulest crumpliest of moods to see my baby before he goes home to kansas for a week and staying up late embarrassing ourselves with lovey sounds drifting out into the night from the windows and waking up early early to watch him leave and. and running late standing in my slip in his living room picking out cds and books to hide in while he's gone. and leaving with no one to kiss goodbye and locking the door with a borrowed key. 4. i have hardly any work to do today. i am tired of inventing work. i wish looking at the internet and writing in little hardbound books weren't so conspicuous. 5. oh man i would pay five bucks for a really good orange right now.

6. and it's only wednesday.

but is so blustery out and i have nice music to listen to and i have my sweet diaryland agents and lunch time is in an hour and deep in my coat pocket is a pack of cigarettes that taste so much better now that i have quit. and.

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