blah. reblogger, the service that runs the comments section of this page, just changed servers. that's why that's been down for a couple days. i just updated to his new version; unfortunately, the side effect was that all the comments that had been here are lost. sorry, guys. feel free to add new ones ... and/or solace.
i'm alone in a computer lab. marc scolded me a few minutes ago. among other things, he said that he and rachel block both love me, sure, but they find it hard to be around me since it seems like i have no problems, do no work, and have nothing to stress about. bull-shit. that got me angry: i do, i said; i just don't bitch about it. but from there he launched into a speech about how i don't see him enuf. finally we arranged a lunch date. he kissed on top of the head, lingering there for a moment or two, and left me, defeated and sapped.
again, blah. what right does anyone have to tell someone else they don't have problems?
i don't have time for this; i have reading to do. but i hate simply being told things. there are times when i take orders well -- like just being able to Do as Told. then there are times where i snap back, hard. diet coke is one sore spot; there are others. last nite i dreamt of looking for parking spaces but finding them all marked Handicapped. also of talking to liz, who was upset about something. i promised her i'd come right over, only to wake up and find that i couldn't.
evening in philly w/ (penn)becca. i'm beginning to get stressed. so much reading this week ....