August 17, 2002
Doing my bills this morning, and balancing the accounts. I’ve paid dearly for neglecting to keep on top of finances, and this morning was set aside to do just that. FUCKING hate it, but it’s got to be done. I always get so stressed out over money stuff. As I’m reviewing my credit card statement, I see two charges that…
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August 17, 2002
At the end of August, I think it’ll officially be a year since I’ve had sex.
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August 17, 2002
Yesterday, I was watching the news and a piece about prostitution comes on. As I’m watching, I realize that the live report is coming from North and Hermitage, about a block or two away from where I live. I recognize buildings in the background, behind the newswoman. I was fairly oblivious to the fact that there was some kind of…
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August 17, 2002
juliet: okay, i want to confess a small but odd thing to you Portnoy: I’m here – shoot juliet: okay, you know how you reproduce some IM conversations you have into your blog? Portnoy: yes? juliet: well, i’m always sort of conscious of that, and if i fail to see a portion of one of our conversations reproduced there, a…
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August 16, 2002
She called me up out of the blue about 2 hours ago, and we’ve been hanging out since then. A bit weird, since she and Alex have been working things out, but still fun. We had a good long conversation about relationships and work and friends while sitting on the couch. And I showed her a bunch of links on…
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August 16, 2002
I’ve putzed around the house, mainly. Updated the blog (which took an exceptionally long time), and listened to Norah Jones’ Don’t Know Why repeatedly, looping over and over about 50 times. This has been my day so far. I need to get a poem to Matt. We agreed a week ago to resume the poem-a-week schedule. I sorta want to…
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August 16, 2002
I no longer have an excuse for not jogging in the mornings. Oy!
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August 16, 2002
Oddly, I made some fantastic time driving to and from work today. Go figure. Went in early this morning, and started packing. No one else at work (the few that were there early) knew what was going on. The weird thing is that I was really happy the entire morning, and had a smile on my face. I wasn’t angry,…
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August 15, 2002
My boss called me tonight, around 9:50 PM. It was a very quick conversation, and he let me know that they just went through the company’s budget. No money for me, and sorry – but they had to let me go. I’ve been trying to figure out why they notified me this way, and why he did it over the…
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August 15, 2002
Finally. Money. I went to the bank to cash my check, and make deposits into my (nearly) empty checking and savings accounts. Turns out… a few charges slipped in, the past few days. I’m down almost $75 more from late charges and whatnot. At this point, it can’t get much worse. I figure fine. Lesson seriously fucking learned. Deal with…
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August 15, 2002
At the train, on my way home… I wondered whether or not I could take a good picture of the moon with my camera. I now know I can’t. Experiment complete.
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August 15, 2002
Every Thursday, there’s a "Farmer’s Market" by the train stop. A handful of stands, including fruit and bread and cheese and whatnot. But this guy has some old knife sharpening machine, and I decided to grab a quick photo. Hard to believe that people once walked the streets, sharpening knives and tools for a living. This guy was on my…
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August 14, 2002
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August 14, 2002
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