It’s like a summer cold, only worse. Dear friends, the existentialism virus is back, and I am really not well as a result. The details are not important. I’d rather not waste your time on the gory details when there are better, happier, more interesting stories to be told. They’re out there somewhere. I just don’t have them tonight. I hope I’ll have them soon. In the meantime, thank you all for being such patient souls.
Friday, August 13, 2004
You make an excellent argument, Michael. Add the Bolshoi Ballet and we do indeed have reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three. 
And I am cheerfuller, and thank you for that.
I would love to blame the existentialism on just some sort of woman kind of thing, but—not to give you tmi—it’s not really time for that sort of woman kind of thing. Maybe I have the other sort of woman kind of thing. You know, the *other* one. (laughs nervously, wonders where the damn calendar is, remembers that it’s still too early for that, too)
A defunct governor trifecta! Wouldn’t that be something to see? Unfortunately, unless Mr. Pataki is outed as the Baby-Eating Bishop of Bath & Wells, I don’t see it happening. Ah, well.
Bakerina on 08/13/04 at 06:13 PM
Yes. The existential virus. Here are two symptoms: 1) You’re in your house, surrounded by beautiful things and great stuff you normally love to do, but you can’t bring yourself to feel one single ounce of interest. 2) (If you’re a woman) You check your calendar, certain you miscalculated and that it must be PMS. And it’s not.
pam on 08/15/04 at 08:14 PM
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there, there, don’t go getting all existential, it’s probably just some sort of woman thing. just a sprinkle of snowball’s hormonal cream, you’ll be clicking your heels and out buying playtex’s new aromatherapy hygenic products. (hmmm, is that chamomile i smell? when will they come out with hickory-grilled swordfish?) other reasons tb cheerful:
1. there’s some hunky man plotting tb w/u, i can just feel it.
2. the republicans are coming to town.
3. at least one relatively straight-shooting terrorist ought to make it in.
4. the tristate area is oh so close to a defunct governor trifecta.
5. blueberry pie is an antioxidant.
6. your apartment is too small for your elderly inlaws to move into.
7. your therapist can’t make you cry.
8. lost god! lost god!
9. the joyful early days of methamphetamine addiction are still ahead of you.
10. box factory desk monkeys have got to be right up there with speech-impaired trailer trash and shapeless retired truck drivers when it comes to winning that record-breaking powerball jackpot.