10 August 2000 ~ The Charlotte Street brain, the quacking lady, O.J., and the meaning of life...

Did I ever tell you guys about the time I was walking down Charlotte Street and I saw a brain? I swear to gahd I really did.

I work too much and I sleep too little. At 12.45 this morning, 20 people came into the bar where I work and ordered food. And a drunk lady began waddling around a table quacking and pretending to be a duck. We're supposed to be closed by 1 AM, but how do you close when you've got some chick QUACKING at you for wings?

The thought of orange juice and vodka was my only inspiration to get home. I don't actually HAVE orange juice and vodka -- as a matter of fact, I don't have either one. But the power of suggestion is a beautiful thing. If you BELIEVE you have vodka and orange juice, you DO have vodka and orange juice...

I work too much.

And I don't sleep anymore.

And when it all comes right down to the facts, I don't have vodka or orange juice, not really. Fuck.

Why am I still awake and typing? Moreover, HOW am I still awake and typing?

I've set a goal for myself... I want to go back to college. I would like to be able to do this by Fall 2001. That's next year, about this time. Wish me luck. Send me money. Or orange juice.

I found the key to happiness today... I've been really pretty happy lately, and I think I've finally figured out what it is... The key to happiness is owning at least one shitty, cheesy album by a stupid Swedishpop band. You don't have to listen to it, just own it. That's it, that's the meaning of life.

Bed.

~H*