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My Avenue Q soundtrack arrived last night! I am copying it to my computer as we speak! I'm at work early, and I listened to the first nine songs on the way here, including such standouts as "What Do You Do with a B.A. in English," "It Sucks to Be Me," "If You Were Gay," "Everyone's a Little Bit Racist," and "The Internet is for Porn." I love it already. I already knew every word to "It Sucks to Be Me" from my Tony Awards TiVo obsession, so I sang it loudly and hoarsely as I waited at the take-out window for my morning smoothie. I love Avenue Q and I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE IT. Some people were confused by my last entry. I did not get a new job; the focus of my job just shifts next week as we downshift from this insanity that we're in right now. And amen to that. As I told Mary Ellen last night, people are losing their minds and not even bothering to be polite about. Right now I'm dealing with two sides of an issue as dueling parties hash it out, and I'm finding myself on the phone with very powerful people, and what with the proposing and rejecting and the adopting, it's kind of like a jigsaw puzzle in hell. Tonight I would very much like to lie prostrate in the bathtub for many hours and read. Tomorrow, I'm going to a wedding and it's occurring to me that I have nothing to wear. You can't walk through my house right now without tripping over piles of shoes, clothes, discarded junk mail, and of course, mountains of dog and cat hair. I have lived in filth this week, and I'm not proud. Sunday is Father's Day, and the day when my sister leaves, but I am choosing not to think about that right now. I really want to go to her goodbye happy hour this afternoon, but I'm just not sure it is going to happen. Piss. Piss! And I found out that her friend's wedding tomorrow is a day wedding and not a night wedding, and if we have to come in tomorrow, I might have to miss part or all of it, and I am now having flashbacks to last year when I had to miss part of my high school reunion crawfish boil and Shelley and Maryelizabeth were fairly irate. Super times. I cannot believe that was a year ago. Okay, so this summer. Come next week, my main playmate will be gone, my mother will still be gone and as soon as she gets back my parents are going to their new adopted homeland, Italia, and I will be getting off at 5:00 again every day. Do you know what this means? This means that I have got to go back to the gym. Fucking hell! What in God's name else will I have to do? Most of my relatives will be far, far away. My older brother will be up the repentant rear end of his girlfriend. My little brother will be at work or doing what 20-year-olds are meant to do, which is sleep all day and drink all night. My girlfriends will be nursing their offspring. I will have nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing to do, and if I do not use that time to get my ass on the elliptical, I might as well throw away all of my clothes and hide naked in my house, because none of them are going to fit anymore. I exaggerate not. I've really got to watch the volume on this CD at work. "Grab your dick and double click for porn!" does not a work-friendly lyric make. I have to get to work now before the governor's office takes out a hit on me.
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