if i don't update this journal right now, it's never going to get updated again. not that i was that busy in the past few days, of course. in fact, i was on the last paragraph of a long-ass entry yesterday afternoon when my computer crashed. i was too frustrated to type everything over at the time, so i just put it off. like i do with everything. so, in the best interest of encapsulation and my sanity, i proudly present a cliffs notes version of the past four days.

saturday. i finally opened by savings account! (huzzah!) other than that, it was kind of an uneventful day, and it was mostly spent putting off writing the last few things for the glen burnie profile. i watched witness for the prosecution twice. that's how much i didn't want to write about glen frickin' burnie. that evening, i went to see deb for a bit, and we had a good, old-fashioned bitch session about parents, ferrets, changing one's name and japanese men wearing fig leaves. oh, and we decorated her apartment in little plastic animal glass-markers. actually, she decorated her apartment. i sat on the floor, watched and admired. deb's got a cool little place. whenever i visit, i can't help but look around and think to myself, "when i move, i'm gonna put the TV set there, the butterfly chair here, and the guillotine in the corner." OK, so i don't really have a guillotine. but if i did, it would totally go in the corner.

sunday. i got up before noon (huzzah! huzzah!), and decided to go to a morning movie. my first pick was the hours, but the newspaper screwed up the times, and i got to the theater too early to stick around for the next show. so i ended up going to see about schmidt, and i'm really glad i did. it's darkly hilarious and sometimes painfully realistic, both of which are in my ideal cup of cinematic chamomile, but also really inspiring and stirring -- jack nicholson plays this guy who, in the twilight years of his life, realizes how little of an impact he's left on all those around him. since i worry about my creativity completely leaving me if i don't do something with it soon, i can relate, and i left the theater thinking, "wow, this could be the motivation i need to rage against the dying of the light!" of course, i've thought that countless times before, and then i realize what a scary, uncertain world it is out there, and i get paranoid about paying bills, and my burst of strength becomes apathetic acceptance once again. for example, the whole way home from the movie, all i could think about was how i was going to take glen burnie by the balls as soon as i walked in the door and get it done for good. within 30 minutes of idly sitting in front of the computer, i decided to watch a hard day's night and take a nap. (see?)

the rest of the day was more or less spent sleepwalking, but the evening held a surprise or two. dimitrios IMed me that night, and the conversation started out to be quite glib and silly, as all of our conversations are, probably because we don't know each other terribly well. but it somehow progressed into kind of a revelatory pseudo-bonding session, which was as welcome as it was unexpected. just one of those serene and beautiful moments where i'm relating to another human being (yes, i know, through a machine, har har), and i suddenly think, "whoa, maybe the hokey-pokey isn't what it's all about." and i think that'll wrap that day up, because i've already chaneled dylan thomas and deepak chopra, and i want to stop before i hit susan powter.

monday. kind of a blah day. worked as usual. the internet went down in the afternoon and stayed down for the rest of the day, which i used as an excuse to not finish the glen burnie stories for reasons that made perfect sense at the time. that night, i was at the mall, and i bought the first-season DVD of coupling, which is this BBC comedy series that's kind of like a UK version of friends, only it's actually funny. it's also sexy and witty and true to its characters. anyways, i was told by a friend my personality was just like that of a character on this show (jeff, for those who've seen coupling), and after watching four episodes, i agree. he's neurotic and goofy and full of anecdotes and a bit of a dolt. which, for better or worse, is more or less how i see myself. it was also weird to watch coupling because the character of patrick, minus 10 years and the british accent, is brandon. on the nose.

tuesday. i set my alarm for 6 a.m., so i could get up and see if the internet was back. it wasn't. so i decided to go into work early and finish the stories there. when i got to my office around 7, i thought this was the perfect idea. it was quiet, no one was around, and i felt good about waking up early for a change. that lasted for about 10 minutes, and then i decided to instead spend my 90-minute lead on the work day perusing the new issue of NME and IMing tracy. work went by rather quick, which was good, because as soon as the 4:30 whistle sounded, i was out the door to meet my parents for dinner at outback. the next two hours were bliss, i tell you. pure, savory bliss. i got home and pretty much crashed altogether, sleepy from the early start and the full stomach. i woke up at 10, again tried to focus on glen burnie, and ended up chatting with blake and angela for a few hours. allergy medicine made me sleepy, so i went to bed around 1 a.m.

now, in keeping with the theme of procrastination, i think i'll get to today ... later today.