more of the same but involving a rusty spoon.

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18 february 1997

6:13 p.m.

Dear diary, Big surprise, I'm not any closer to settling the question that temporarily turned me into a simpering sentimentalist yesterday. I did call Derek, though, when I couldn't sleep. Hearing his voice made nailing down an answer seem like less of a pressing issue. We'll see how I feel on Friday, though (by which time "Hamlet" better be in town)... I love three-day weekends in which Monday is the extra holiday. Not that it's any easier to get back into the swing of things come Tuesday, but at least I can drag myself out of bed knowing there are only four days left in the week. When Friday is the holiday and I have to be conscious on a Monday? That oughtta be illegal. The weather was stellar but my day could have been better. I got a one out of five on last Thursday's Hawaiian quiz (all points lost for painfully stupid omissions). I'm hoping and praying that I only dreamed that I winked at my kumu and waltzed out of the class when I turned it in. Then, upon arriving at work, I was charged with guarding a mysterious stain for a good half an hour 'til the HAZMAT guys deemed that it was... safe. Well, nothing that would give me two-headed babies, anyway. I was subsequently honored with the privilege of removing it. Meanwhile, I guess all the staffers with ambulatory offspring are getting antsy with the teacher's strike likely coming down on Thursday. (Of course most of the PAs are lickin' their chops...) One of the RNs spent the rest of the afternoon trying to convince me I'd be a great babysitter. When I got home, I figured I'd at least finish up my laundry... No dice -- Laundry Wars is back in full swing in my building. I'm not a warring party this time, but I did stumble into the warzone. I found two loads of someone's laundry on top of the washers, a once-clean sock on the ground trying to soak up a bluish puddle, and dryer lint all over the place. It looked like a Muppet exploded. I figure the laundry room is going to be an ugly place tonight, so the jeans are just going to have to wait. At least this computer hasn't been giving me any trouble... I think deleting Internet Explorer put me on its good side. I have a lot fewer curses for Netscape now that I've got a box with half a brain. The discoveries! Normal people don't wait two minutes for things to load! Normal people don't need to cripple everything else just to wander the web! I also finally figured out Sage's snazzy new "Dreambook" server. It lets me tinker with the look-and-feel a lot, and it's no great hassle to sign or view. Hopefully it'll at least give LPAGE.COM some reason to get their act together. I received the most stimulating piece of correspondence today. I guess the appropriate response to this would be, "Wat, boddah you?" you start your web site with the quote "i've always been told that i desperatly need to learn when to quit". what would be more appropriate in your case is that "you desperately need to learn". PERIOD. your youthfulness, immaturity and empty-headed view about life is abundantly clear. it's a shame you think you know everything in so few years. cynical blockheads like you stop the learning process once they start feeling that they know it all when in reality you know very very little. i guess you're just "too cool". you're undoubtably they only one who thinks so. And people wonder why I occasionally hide from my inbox. It doesn't really bug me, though. Even when not at my worst, I'm a lot nastier to myself without any help from witless AOL subscribers. What does piss me off is that something similar seems to have been sent to a kindred spirit, who apparently took it seriously enough to take her journal down and withdraw from the Open Pages `ohana. (Midnight, I'm with you... I figure we'll have more friends in hell, anyway.)