2002-01-30 - 2:00 a.m.

Dearest Beloved,

Nothing happened with the irrelevant confrontation I had with Peter at work. At least I feel no pressure, just contempt. I finally got the pics from my brother's birthday. And some of the pics from the extremely discerning gig I accompanied my cousin to...

I need a haircut and while i'm at it, a hair transplant to cover my receding hair line. couldn't it wait till i was forty... I'm wishing and hoping for a bolt of lightning to enhance my coma inducing abilities.

One regret so far...I should had been done with college by now...but I still don't know what to study, nor have I looked into it. I think I should just go into computers. They seem to be everywhere. Heck, I'm using one now. That should count for something.

I really want to visit my relatives in Mexico. I miss their care-free attitudes. Not that they have a choice like we do here in America. Like the choices I've had and the potential I've ignored.

Watch out for my fragile, egg-shell sensibilities.

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