May 10th, 2002 - 5:21 p.m.

Insomnia, breakfast, a question, and venting.

Insomnia, I shake my fist at you. Plans for today, ruined! Plans of art gallery roaming, hunting for skinny artsy boys. Sigh. (Squints, shakes right fist.)

Instruction of mid-day gluttony/breakfast: two large spoonfuls of chocolate sauce, at the bottom of a bowl, heated up for twenty five seconds in the micronde. Three fresh bite-size brownies, heated for ten seconds. Layered with sliced ripe bananas. Topped with two large scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Consume entirely, only to want more.

Now. What about dinner?

Sigh, this exhausting sense of boredom. In need of a job. And sex. A flat by the ocean, and the mountains. Out of externally imposed exile. Most unentertained.

N.

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