01-11-03 - 10:38 a.m.
on new year's eve, i hopefully asked berries if i'd reached the end of my awkward year. no, she said, not until your birthday in june. not until you turn the big 5-0. she must be right, because i'm struggling with an ugly bronchial thing and a shortage of cash and bad hair days and i really want to know who emptied out the hotel safe last weekend. i want to know why i care about patrick's inability to perform for his wife and why my favorite wine tastes like paint thinner. i've been craving candlelight and english muffins and french films, with subtitles. i've developed a sudden interest in pornography and philosphy, in that order. i really want to go to greece and eat feta and dance with somebody named zorba, but i'd rather hibernate in bed with my cat until june and the big 5-0 or at least until all of them miss me.