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2002-04-10 - 8:51 p.m.|I have a cold, or allergies Concrete Blonde will be playing Jax next Tuesday night! They had broken up and I had for years been resigned to the fact that I would never see them play, but now it is going to happen! I believe I've mentioned that I buy every copy of Bloodletting I find used, because its out of print. And yes, I know that I could just burn or download it, but its much more fun to indulge in my little hobby of tracking (pun) down out-of-print cds. Speaking of which, does anyone have a copy of Still In Hollywood they could send me? I'm jonesing to hear "Side of the Road". The way it looks now, I'm gonna have to pull out y guitar and play it to myself. Which I could do, but I really need a new copy of Still in Hollywood. Last night I encountered the worst waitress in the history of waitressing. It was reggae night, $2 rum drinks and we ordered our rum and cokes from the back table where we play backgammon by the beach and the bitch never came back. We could see her all over the bar, sitting down at people's tables chatting, hanging out with an empty tray. I never saw her bring anyone a drink. I don't know why she was taking orders. I figure either 1. she was doing it to raise money for her sorority, 2. she was doing community service cause she ran over some little kids getting off the school bus (ran over them while she was riding one of those motorized scooters) or 3. she thought it would be a great practical joke to go to the Ocean Club and pretend to take people's orders, then hang out and laugh at them while they waited until they had to get their own drinks. It was just too damn much. My therapist says I would be much less anxiety-ridden about boys if I would become obsessive about the things I can control in my life. Ergo, I need a set schedule. For example: 9 am: turn off alarm 11 am: get up and check email 12 pm: sit and wait for clients to call 1pm: go out to lunch 1:45 pm: come back and throw a fit because I missed three calls and now they won't answer my return calls 2 pm: walk 3 pm: hurriedly study 5 pm: go out to dinner 6 pm: go to class 7 pm: walk out of class in disgust 8 pm: get trashed with my favorite boy toy 3 am: kick him out because he won't go to sleep lather, rinse, repeat Looking over this I realize once again that I have nothing to be anxious about.
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