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Saturday, January 25, 2003

Bad Mood and a Missing Bladder...

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and then I rolled over and fell to the floor. Or, to put it another way, I've been in a bad mood since I woke up. I've no idea why.

Last night I got to hang out with Jen. We hadn't actually "talked" in a several months. We had a quick dinner, saw an excellent film and then had plenty more time to chat as I drove her home by way of a detour from hell that only the planners of the Boston Big Dig Project could develop. I had a blast --- and, much to my shock, I didn't even get lost as I drove home from Jen's. It was by accident. I forgot Jen's detailed directions as soon as I drove away from her house. I shrugged, sang along with Stevie Nicks and soon found myself going toward my town of Salem without incident or delay.

For those not in the know, I have no sense of direction. This is not an exaggeration. I've gotten lost in apartments. Am sure one can imagine the challenge I face as I navigate through the streets of New England. I like an adventure so it is really no big deal to me. However, in addition to being navigationally-challenged --- I have no bladder. Being lost in a car without a bladder to support me can be a problem. Luckily, this wasn't a problem pour moi last night.

Note: While I wasn't exaggerating about my lack of navigational skills, I was hightening the issue by writing that I have no bladder. My doctor assures me that I do have one. I had long suspected it had been stolen by vandals while I napped, but test results have shown me to be incorrect in my suspicion. I guess I have an attraction to linoleum. Whatever. It just seems I am always in need of a wiz. Just thought I would share the warmth that is my lack of bladder control. I figure I'll be needing Depends by the time I hit 45 or so.

Anyway --- I had a very nice time last night.

I went to bed when I got home because I had an appintment this morning. I then went in to the office to catch up on work. Karl came into Boston round about 2pm. We had lunch. It wasn't a good lunch and it was served to us by disinterested wait staff. Then we had to speed to Revere to catch a screening of that new movie directed by George Clooney. This is the movie based on the autobiography of Chuck Barris who claims to have been a CIA assassin while producing such tv "gems" as "The Gong Show" I didn't like this movie at all. Then we had to go to the grocery store. I hate going to the grocery store.

Let's hope my bad mood passes. I will end my blogging for the night as I now need to go to the restroom, but fear I may have trouble finding it. (just kidding!)

Oh, Jen and I saw "The Pianist" last night. Obviously, this is a disturbing film -- but well worth seeing.


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