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2004-12-31 || 12:36 a.m. || lame new year's inspired entry number one. || the house is presently in a new years shambles and at the moment my room is completely uninhabitable. the delicate balance of junk and space has been tipped and there is a most discouraging lava flow running through my room into the living room into living room number two into the kitchen into the laundry room. my parents' matrimonial punch bowl (crystal! i checked!) and a very large picnic basket and the old nautical-themed desk have pushed their way into berkeley and everything's fallen apart. you should see it. i moved out my old sewing desk into living room number one and pushed the dresser to a new corner in my room and threw away so many bills and gave away so many clothes (my plan for today: go out to breakfast with owen and brian, where much coffee drinking and speed scrabble would commence. clean house. properly plan for inclusion of said objects. watch napoleon dynamite. figure out what to wear for N.Y. eve gala event to take place here. what happened: kell calls to say her truck is missing. find that truck has been towed by evil cop who doesn't like cars parked in front of his house (!). drive to city. drive to sf county jail. make the law & order guh-gung sound a lot while walking down marble corridors in search of auto reclaim department. drive to pier 70. drive home. house explodes when bringing in two drawers of the desk, forlorn clothes and bills and postcards and bad christmas presents from grandma and balls and balls of yarn and cat hair raining down like formidable frogs. clean a wee bit, but a vacuum cleaner is involved, which is promising. watch napoleon dynamite, hooray.) and there is still way too much to do in the precious hours of tomorrow before bancroft way new year's eve gala event. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |