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I have an obsessive personality. I am told that Step One of overcoming a problem is to admit that you have one. Well okay then� I am addicted to the internet. I came upstairs last night after the X-Files to add an entry. I looked at my modem. All signs pointed to go. I turned the computer on. All was well. However I could achieve no connection. I thought that perhaps my modem just needed a rest� so I turned everything off and talked to Drew. When I came back everything once again seemed to be in working in order� but alas no connection. I called my ISP. I spent and hour and a half on the phone with my ISP only to be told that my modem was in critical condition and needed to be replaced immediately. To me� immediately means within 24 hours. To my ISP, immediately means no sooner than May 1st. I proceeded to go through (Andi-speak) immediate withdrawal symptoms which included a crazed on the verge of tears call to Katie. Who really had bigger fish to fry. I did the only thing that there was left to do. I unplugged everything and went to bed. When I awoke this morning, I did my crunches, brushed my teeth and tried to seduce my modem into action. It seems to have worked for the time being. The ring tone on my cell phone is �Summertime.� My cousin Brittany and my sister Devin were playing around with it and asked me how I got Summertime as my ring tone. I said that I�d ordered it from VoiceStream. Brittany: Why�d you get that old song? And then I gave up. They had no idea what I was talking about. They though that Billie Holiday was a man. They are will both be attending college next year and will complete a degree program. They are the future of America. Not only am I an obsessive personality, I�m also a masochistic personality. I have an audition on Saturday. Now, I�m accustomed to this pain. I like it, the high is worth it. But this audition is different. I have no monologue to prepare. I have no play to read. I have no need to expect a cold reading from the text. No. For this audition I have to read two poems. Two poems written by me. I have hundreds of poems. Very few are good. Out of that very few, there are fewer still that I would voluntarily read aloud. So why am I doing this? �Fly me to the moon. I am a lucid dreamer. My dreams are even on their own schedules. Once the weather warms I have flying dreams. Actually� I don�t have dreams in which I fly until the summer. But as it is Spring and the weather is warmening [not even nearly a word!] I am having leaping dreams. The one I had the other not gave me super ballerina powers. I could ballon for miles. I literally grand jete-d my way through town pas de chat-ing over the tree tops. Oh! only a few more degrees/months until my flying dreams! . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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