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3:11 pm | 21 May 2003 | synchronicity Something is up today. I got a voicemail without the phone ringing. My MSN Messenger refuses stubbornly to tell me when I�ve got a new e-mail--indeed, the front page of my Hotmail is silent on the subject, but upon going to the Inbox, I see I�ve got three. And now my Diaryland buddy list is being pouty and periwinkle, not turning red to alert me that you-all are writing, are doing something to distract me from another monotonous day--what does this augur, all these messages without warning, all this lack of notice? Someone told me this morning to read Jim Carroll, and then lightfallsup�s diary quotes him. I feel fear: deep, deep fear. I feel like I�m late for my own surprise birthday party, but you bitches KNOW I ain�t no Taurus (shudder)--my birthday�s not for months and months yet. I hate this feeling, as I hate most surprises, especially the kind where people jump out of wherever, laughing when I start with fear and then pass out. I always demand to know all plans in detail beforehand, because of this pathological need to be totally on top of everything that�s afoot. So, GOD, what�s going on? TELL ME WHAT�S GOING ON! clm. Here, take this too. It might�ve been just a stumble or unless otherwise noted, all work contained herein is � claudia sherman, 2002-04. |